The Savior's Wolf-Tooth Lie
I was the mate of our pack's strongest Alpha, and I was supposed to be the happiest Luna of all.
Until the night I stumbled upon him plotting with the brother of his long-lost love.
"My sister's vision is failing. What should we do?"
"Arrange an accident to gravely injure Rhea, then we'll transfer her eyes to Lilith."
Ice flooded my veins. The savior I’d married was the very monster who had crippled my hands three years ago.
His sister called me "Broken" to his face, and he shattered her wrist on the spot.
He held me close, whispering promises of the finest healer, of a future where we would have a pup of our own.
But late at night, when I reached for him through our mind-link, I found him cherishing an image: a portrait of another woman at the altar, holding the very token that should have been mine.
Trembling, I unearthed a long-buried memory—twenty years ago, it was I who saved a dying little boy from a vicious wolf, placing my wolf-tooth pendant around his neck.
The scar from that wolf’s claw is still etched into his left arm.
So, the man I had loved for three years had mistaken his savior for someone else. And now, he was going to sacrifice me for that impostor.
A cold smile touched my lips as I picked up the encrypted communicator.
"I need to fake a death. Can you do that?"