Selvara’s POV

I didn’t remember running. My legs felt too wobbly to do that, and I was barely holding myself up.

One moment I was at his door, staring at a sight that shattered me, the man my wolf called mate tangled up with his chosen bride, and the next, I was halfway down the corridor, hand clamped over my mouth so no one would hear the sob clawing out of me.

My wolf was thrashing inside me. She howled so loud it made me sick. Images of them tangled up flooded back into my memory, ...