Chapter 8

The final week before my departure, I began systematically erasing every trace of my life with Eric. When Jessica sent me photos of him grooming her silver fur with tender care, I burned every picture we'd ever taken together, watching our smiling faces curl and blacken in the flames. When she shared images of them marking each other beneath the Sacred Tree – the same spot where Eric had first claimed me – I ordered the pack groundskeepers to uproot every moonflower in our territory. Those...