Chapter 20

Before Wesley and I formally dissolved our mate bond, I truly did lose control.

I filmed them entangled together, printed stacks of flyers, stamped them with titles, dates, and locations,

and mailed every single one to every member of the pack.

Banners exposing their affair filled the streets outside his office building, more appearing every day.

I reported Kayla for “behavior unbecoming of a she-wolf,” and the Werewolf Academy forum exploded.

At her graduation ceremony, I hired someone to project our old videos, ones of the three of us back when we were inseparable on a giant loop across the main screen.

Every precious memory I once held became ammunition I fired back at them.