Everyone exchanged a glance, and the tension in the air was palpable.

"I mean, rumors are circulating that she was supposed to leave—gain her freedom after the witch was vanquished. What if that was what she did -" Connor continued.

In a flash, Liam was at the other end of the table. He grabbed Connor by the collar, his eyes flashing from golden to black.

"She is my mate. My fucking mate," he roared, "She's your Luna, Connor."

"Sorry…" Connor apologized, his life ...