Lenore POV

Warriors dragged me across stone floors. My heels scraped. Their hands gripped my arms like I was criminal trash.

Every wolf watched. Every single one.

The memory replays constantly. I can't stop it. Can't think about anything else except that moment—the humiliation burning through me so intensely I thought my skin might split open from the pressure.

And Ethan's face. Cold. Unmoved.

Years of friendship meant nothing. Promises carved ...