Chapter 4

I stood frozen in the shadows of the packhouse, watching as the celebration continued without me. My fingers traced the spot where my pendant should have hung—where Ethan's mark should have been. The night air felt like ice against my tear-stained cheeks, but I couldn't bring myself to return to my room. Not yet.

"Olivia."

His voice cut through the darkness, and for a moment, I considered running. But where would I go? This was my home. My pack. My prison now.

I turned slowly to face him. Ethan stood a few feet away, moonlight silvering his dark hair. The…