Chapter 2

I didn't reply.

I just went back to the post and zoomed in on the profile picture.

That amber... I designed the pattern myself.

The Pack Oracle sealed it. There's nothing else like it out there.

The man's wrist in the photo — he was wearing a limited-edition Patek Philippe.

Kyle's Coming-of-Age gift. From me.

And the woman's wrist?

A moonstone bracelet. I carved those stones myself, from gems I mined in the Frostfang Peaks.

A symbol of our sisterhood. We had matching ones.

Someone in the comments asked, "What did she ever do to you?"

Lyra's reply was pure venom.

"It was my birthday today.

She's literally pack royalty, and all she gave me was some stupid enchanted dagger

instead of picking up the tab for the whole party like she always does."

Another user pressed, "Aren't you scared of getting caught?"

"Please. During the Trials at Shadow Peaks, I came up with the whole plan myself.

Use an Illusion Bloom to cloud her mind — so she'd never think to question him."

"But first, he had to spend seven full moons completely unhinged... with me.

He didn't even hesitate."

"The next day I could barely walk.

And my sweet, stupid friend just assumed it was post-shift exhaustion.

She felt so bad for me she made Kyle carry me all the way to the summit."

I stared at the screen. My stomach turned.

I remembered that day.

I kept pushing my own strength into her through the pack bond, worried sick.

"Lyra, if you're not feeling well, just stay at the base camp," I told her.

Kyle's voice went uncharacteristically soft.

“Don't push it. If you really want to see the eclipse from the summit, Selene and I will bring you back next time.”

She rolled her eyes and insisted on going.

But after two steps, her face went pale — and she collapsed.

That's when I told Kyle to carry her.

I blinked. My throat tightened.

Hot tears dropped onto my comm crystal.

I switched back to Kyle's messages.

My mind was just... static. I didn't even know how to confront him.

Just last week, Lyra was grabbing my hand, putting on this whole dramatic bit.

She said as the wolf who'd witnessed every single moment of our love story,

she had exactly one job at our Mating Ceremony —

to get up on that stage and roast us for every single wolf we'd ever left feeling like a Steve.

I laughed so hard I fell into her arms.

I promised her she'd be the one to catch my bouquet.

But I never saw it coming.

These were the two wolves I trusted the most.

And together, they handed me the most complete betrayal I had ever known.