Perry's POV
Timothy had just returned from Obsidian Claw pack, his face grim with the intelligence he'd gathered over the past week about Phoebe.
"She terminated her pregnancy," the royal gamma reported, his voice carefully neutral. "Claims she didn't want the child. Though some whisper she ended it because she'd been with other warriors—couldn't identify the father."
Flynn's head snapped up, a smug satisfaction spreading across his features. "There. Now do you see why she's unfit to be queen of this realm? Disloyal doesn't begin to cover it. The woman has no morals whatsoever."
Among shifters, abortion was forbidden—our kind didn't conceive easily, making every pregnancy sacred. Every child was considered a blessing.
"Rejected by her mate, stripped of her wolf, and now she's murdered her own offspring," Flynn continued, his disgust palpable. "How much worse can one person become?"
