I gave Darius eight years of my life after silver nearly killed his wolf.
I abandoned my claim to become Alpha, funded his recovery, and watched seven bonding ceremonies fail. Then I found the letter he meant to burn. He had recovered six months ago, fallen in love with his healer, and planned to fake his death so I would mourn him forever.
I returned to Silvermoon, reclaimed my wolf, and chose a mate who treated me as an equal. But during my ninth ceremony, the dead man came running back—only to discover I had already buried him.
