The police cruiser pulled away from the pack territory, taking me further from the only home I'd known for five years. I stared out the window, watching Julian's silhouette fade as he carried Natalie to his SUV, cradling her like precious cargo.
Our eyes connected one final time across the distance. No remorse, no hesitation—just cold determination in those amber depths. The message was clear: I would pay for touching his precious Natalie.
My wolf whimpered inside me, not from regret but from the bone-deep certainty that my mate had orchestrated whatever punishment awaited me.
"First time in trouble with the law?" The officer driving glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
I didn't respond. What could I say? That I'd just destroyed a birthday party for the child who lived while mine died? That my husband—the Alpha King—had chosen to call human police rather than deal with me himself because he was too busy tending to his lover?
