My stomach dropped into a cold, bottomless pit.
Throughout the entire feast, Nash allowed Tabitha to assume the formal duties that were meant to be mine. When the elders stepped forward to present the seasonal harvest reports, Nash motioned for Tabitha to receive the traditional parchment rolls. When the pack healers asked for permission to distribute the winter rations, it was Tabitha he consulted, his voice low and attentive as he guided her through the responses.
Every gesture was a public endorsement. Every glance he offered her was a declaration to the entire territory that she was the female who held his favor.
Megan sat three chairs down from me, sipping her wine with a triumphant, malicious smirk plastered across her face. She caught my gaze and raised her goblet in a silent, mo
