"Narelle, is it really you? What are you doing here?"

He strode over and lowered his voice to a hiss.

"If you wanted to see me, you could have sent word through the servants. Why make a scene in front of everyone?"

"Besides, I told you in my letters not to come back on your own. When the time was right, I would have sent someone to bring you."

I held my daughter tight and stared at him in cold silence.

Five years apart, and Finn looked even more handsome than before. Younger, somehow. His wolf had clearly benefited from the life he'd stolen. His coat was cut from the finest cloth in the Territories, the cuffs stitched with silver-thread sigils marking the Thornwood Alpha line. A line he'd inherited only because I had stabilized his wolf with my Omega blood and given him the strength to shift at all.

My daughter and I, by contrast, were dressed in rags. Our rough-spun clothes had more holes than I could count. We carried no pack scent. We smelled like the wild, like dirt and hunger and the open road.

"Husband, didn't you promise me yourself? You said within three years, you would send someone to bring me back to the territory. It's been five."

Finn's expression darkened, though a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. I caught the subtle shift in his scent, that iron-rust sharpening beneath the damp bark, the way it always did when he was cornered.

"Narelle, I will bring you back. But not now. The den is hosting a feast for the Grand Pack Council delegates and visiting Alphas. Take the pup and leave. We'll talk later."

He slipped a heavy pouch of gold moons into my hands, expecting me to take the money, walk away, and pretend we had nothing to do with each other.

I smiled coldly, opened the pouch, and turned it upside down. Gold moons clattered across the stone ground.

"The Pack Alpha has done well for himself. And this is how you dismiss the mate who stood by you when you had nothing? A few coins?"

My voice carried just far enough for every pack member and guard within earshot to hear every word. Finn's face went darker still.

He clenched his jaw and leaned in close. "What do you want from me? I said I'd bring you back. Can't you just take the pup and wait a little longer? Just until tonight—"

I turned away with a cold smile, shifting my daughter in my arms as I walked toward the den gates.

"Our daughter hasn't eaten in three days. I'm afraid she can't wait."

"Tell me, my lord, why are you so desperate to keep your own mate from stepping through the door? Is there something in there you'd rather I not see?"

I knew exactly why Finn didn't want me inside. The feast hall was filled with the most powerful Alphas in the Territories, and among them sat Luna Consort Rosalind Nighthollow, the High Alpha's most beloved mate.

Every guest seated comfortably at those tables believed that Edith Ashvale, his brother's former mate, was the rightful Luna of the Thornwood Pack.

A mate appearing out of nowhere was a problem Finn had no idea how to explain.

And that was precisely why I was here. To make sure he couldn't.

Finn stared at me, his face drained of color, scrambling for a way out.

Edith's eyes darted, and then she stepped forward with a warm smile, reaching for my arm. Her scent hit me before her fingers did, overripe peaches and crushed oleander, sweet enough to choke on.

"Pack-sister, what are you saying? You're Finn's mate, which makes you family. You and the pup arrived so suddenly that Finn was simply overwhelmed with joy and didn't know what to say. He would never hide anything from you!"

She tried to steer me toward a side chamber.

I pulled my arm free. "You must be my mate's brother's former mate."

Edith's smile froze for a heartbeat before she forced it back into place with a nod.

In my previous life, I had pitied Edith for losing her mate so young. I never thought to guard myself against her. So when she led me to that side chamber and offered me pastries, I never once suspected her intentions.

I had no idea that the wolfsbane in those pastries was what killed my daughter and me. And the hand that placed it there was Edith's.

"I think I'll skip the side chamber. Didn't my husband just mention there's a feast going on? My daughter and I are starving. We'll eat there. And while we're at it, my mate can introduce us to everyone."

"Narelle!"

Finn's voice dropped to a sharp growl, low enough that his wolf bled through it. "You want to walk into that feast dressed like that? You'd humiliate the entire pack on purpose?"

"At least change your clothes first. Edith, would you take her to—"

Finn froze the moment the words left his mouth. When I said nothing, he rushed to explain.

"Narelle, don't misunderstand. Edith is the only family I have left in this pack. I think of her as my own sister. That's why I call her that."

"There is absolutely nothing between us!"

His frantic explanation only made my stomach turn.

I would never forget what I saw in the moments before I died.

Edith had wept and lied, claiming that my daughter and I had been greedy and eaten wolfsbane-laced pastries by mistake, and that was how we'd died.

Finn hadn't shed a single tear for us. Instead, his face had softened with tenderness as he pulled Edith into his arms, slipped the clothes from her shoulders, and held her close.

He kissed the tears from her cheeks, murmuring comfort.

"Dead is dead. Even if she hadn't died, I would've served her the bond dissolution in a few days anyway."

"For years now, the only people in my heart have been you and the two pups. There's no room for anyone else, and I won't let anyone disturb our life in this territory."

From that moment on, everything I'd ever felt for him was gone.

Edith brought me back out once I'd changed. Finn was crouching in front of Hildegarde. "Don't you remember your father?"

Hildegarde stared at him in terror, shrinking back step by step, then ran to me and clung to my leg. I could feel the small tremors running through her body, and the faint wild-clover scent of her fear sharpened against my senses.

"She was only a few months old when you left. You didn't come back for five years. How would she possibly remember you?"

Hildegarde was only five, but with the grime washed from her face, she looked like a little porcelain doll.

Finn scooped her up and tried to coax her. "Be a good girl, Hilda. Say 'Daddy.' I'm your daddy."

She only found him strange. Her small lips pressed into a thin line as she studied him with wide, cautious eyes. Even at her age, something instinctive in her pulled away from him, the way a pup recoils from a scent it doesn't recognize as pack.

He hadn't raised her. After a few more attempts with no response, his patience ran out.

"Narelle, you've come and you've been seen. When are you planning to go back?"

I stared at him, stunned. Then I laughed.

"You mean you want me to take our daughter back to that miserable den and keep waiting, day after day, for you to come get us?"

Finn's brow furrowed, a shadow of irritation crossing his face.

"I told you, when the time is right I'll bring you both home. The time isn't right yet."

"I know this territory compound looks grand, but there are a lot of wolves living here. There really isn't a spare den for you and Hilda. Once the outer quarters are renovated, I'll send for you..."

I cut him off, my voice flat and cold. "Give it up."

"My daughter and I have stripped nearly every root and herb off that hillside. Then the floods came, and even the rogues passing through can't find food. We were on the verge of starving to death. I wouldn't take her back to that place if you made me a servant in this pack."

It was laughable, really. The compound had dozens of dens and quarters, crawling with attendants and lower-ranked wolves.

And Finn claimed he couldn't spare a single room for his own mate and pup. Did he truly think I was that stupid?

In my last life, I never told him, not even on my deathbed, that my father was the Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack.

I had believed that standing by love meant something. That my devotion proved my worth.

In the end, I was nothing but a joke to them.

Five years rotting in that den, and none of it had mattered at all.

Finn's face went white. "What are you talking about? You were foraging scraps to eat? I had a hundred gold moons sent to you every moon cycle!"

I stared at him. "When did you ever send money?"

"In five years, all I received were your letters every few days. Not a single coin."

Finn whipped around, his eyes locking on Edith. The faint sour edge beneath his scent, that damp-bark and iron-rust smell, turned sharp with something new. My wolf stirred, quiet and watchful, reading the shift before his expression even changed.

Edith's eyes reddened on cue. "Dear pack-sister, you don't actually think I'm the one who withheld your allowance, do you?"

"I'll send someone to investigate at once. Whichever wretched servant intercepted that money and pocketed it will answer for it."

She hurried off with her attendant in tow. Half an hour later, she returned and had a scrawny young she-wolf dragged before me, bound and trembling.

"Pack-sister, it was this worthless wretch all along! She stole every coin the Alpha sent you, moon cycle after moon cycle, to pay for her mother's healing. I'll have her beaten to death right here. Consider it justice served!"

"That won't be necessary."

My voice was ice. Even I wasn't foolish enough to miss it. The girl was skin and bone, a scapegoat shoved forward to take the fall. Her scent was thin with hunger and terror, nothing like someone who'd been skimming gold moons for years.

I turned to carry my daughter toward the banquet hall, but behind me, Edith flicked a glance at her children.

In the next instant, her son and daughter charged at us, stones already in their fists, hurling them straight at my head.

"You evil woman! You're trying to steal our daddy! In your dreams!"

"Beat her dead! Don't you dare bully our mommy or take our daddy away!"

Stone after stone flew at us. I twisted to shield Hildegarde, but one rock caught her square on the forehead. Blood poured down instantly.

Hildegarde wailed, her small body shaking with sobs. The two brats grinned at the sight and scooped up more stones, throwing harder.

I turned and fixed them with a stare cold enough to freeze marrow. "Do you want to die?"

Something in my voice must have carried the weight of the Silvercrest bloodline, because both children flinched as if struck. They scrambled behind Finn, clutching his collar and whimpering.

"Daddy, that woman said she's going to kill us!"

Finn dropped to his knees at once, pulling them close, murmuring comfort. When he finally looked up at me, his brows were knotted with fury.

"Narelle, are you done making a scene?"

"Since the moment you set foot in this den, you've turned the whole pack upside down. Take your daughter and get out of here!"

Hildegarde's forehead was split open. Blood ran down past her eye, tracing a thin red line along her cheek. Finn didn't spare her a single glance.

He only had arms for the two children in Edith's brood.

I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, clutched my daughter tight, and charged toward the banquet hall, screaming at the top of my lungs:

"A healer! Is there a healer here?!"

Finn's head snapped up. He lunged to stop me.

"Narelle! Who do you think you are, making a scene in front of the pack healer?! Don't you dare!"

He clamped a hand over my mouth. His servants grabbed for Hildegarde, trying to pry her from my arms and drag her away. She was already gasping between sobs, and now their hands smothered her mouth and nose. Her face went from red to a mottled purple.

I stopped thinking. I sank my teeth into Finn's hand until I tasted blood.

Then I broke free and ran, stumbling into the banquet, locking onto that one familiar figure, and screamed:

"Xavier Dawnmere! You're a pack healer! Save my daughter!"

Xavier spun around. His eyes went wide, shock and disbelief tangled together, and then something fierce and bright broke through. Joy. Raw, unguarded joy. His scent, dried lavender and sun-warmed birch bark, surged sharp with it.

"You're alive?"

He rushed to me, already reaching for Hildegarde, pressing his hands to the wound to stanch the bleeding. His fingers glowed faintly with the old wolf-healing warmth, and Hildegarde's ragged sobs softened to hiccups against my chest.

The commotion reached the high dais. Luna Consort Rosalind Nighthollow tilted her head, her gaze drifting down toward the disturbance.

"Who was that woman just now? Her voice sounds so familiar."

Finn stepped forward and bowed low, his answer quick and smooth:

"Your Grace, it's nothing. Just a servant from the den. A packless attendant, that's all."

That was when I laughed. A short, cold sound. I pulled the mating bond certificate from my sleeve and dropped to my knees.

"Your Grace. I am no attendant. I am Narelle Silvercrest, Alpha-blooded daughter of the Silvercrest Pack. And I am here to beg your permission for a formal bond dissolution from Finn Thornwood, Alpha of the Thornwood Pack."