Nolan and Jake both died in accidents.
I wasn't there when it happened. I never saw the moment their lives ended. All I knew were the rumors that spread through the territory afterward, carried from pack to pack like a bitter wind.
Aside from the sadness that two lives ended too early… and the burning hatred for the one responsible… I didn't feel much else.
At least, that's what I told myself.
The only thing that truly happened that night was that I couldn't sleep. I lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling while the darkness pressed around me. Every sound felt too loud. Every shadow felt too heavy.
I kept telling myself it didn't matter.
I thought I had already cut away that part of my life. I believed I had long severed the bond of being the Morrigans family's fourth daughter. The pack had rejected me long ago, and I had convinced myself I no longer belonged to them.
But the moment Greg's warm blood splattered across my hands and soaked into my clothes…
