Seeing Connor like this, Belinda’s expression flickered with panic. She forced a smile and quickly changed the subject. She said,
“You’re just too kind–hearted. Even though you didn’t love Luna, she was still your mate. It’s only natural that her death would
affect you.
“But I know you’ll move past this soon….because you don’t love Luna.”
Each word was deliberate Calculated.
Like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, Connor seized onto her reassurance. He echoed, “Yes… Yes, you’re right. I don’t love
her. I couldn’t have killed someone I loved.”
After several repetitions, Connor regained his composure. With Belinda by his side, he left the ice chamber and returned to the rhythms of his daily life.
That day, Connor returned to his duties and rode along the pack’s borders with his warriors when a sudden and powerful force crashed down on them–a presence so immense that the air itself seemed to shudder beneath its weight.
His head snapped up.
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