
The whole pack knew I'd loved Prince Kieran for a decade. They expected me to save him at the Choosing Rite. Instead, he tied the Bracelet of Fate onto a trembling bastard girl — and turned to me, smiling, certain I'd still protect him. So I let him have her. Two weeks later, I wore white and married the heir who'd been watching me from across the wall for twelve years. The carriage Kieran thought was his wedding? It was rolling north. Without me.