MAEVE'S POV
Serena and I had been best friends since we were pups.
We were the mismatched duo—the kind of friendship that made no sense to anyone.
She was the beautiful one. The tall one. The easygoing one. The popular one.
The one who had wolves begging to be her friend.
And yet, of all the options she had, she chose me—the outcast.
I had felt lucky. Cherished.
Even when my life with Ivan had soured into a nightmare, I found solace in knowing I had a best friend who would always stand by me.
Or so I had thought.
The night I suffered a miscarriage—or thought I did—I had wept on her shoulder, heartbroken over the loss of my one ray of sunlight.
I still remembered how much Serena had cried with me, holding me so tightly, so tenderly, that I had believed—truly believed—she shared my pain.
Then, weeks later, she had betrayed me in the cruellest way possible.
