Lynn's POV

'Stop,' Istha begs. 'Stop remembering. It hurts too much.'

She's right. The contrast between then and now is unbearable. Between the boy who chased me through snow and laughed when I won, and the man who sent those threatening letters with wolfsbane drawn at the bottom.

The man whose summons set everything in motion. Whether he hired those rogues himself or someone else did it in his name—the result is the same.

I almost died because an Alpha couldn't ...