Mary Ann’s POV
Your husband already belongs to someone else.
I read the sentence again, even though the words had already burned themselves into my mind.
The paper trembled between my fingers.
I stood near the locked door of my room, listening for footsteps in the corridor. There was nothing. No retreating shoes. No quiet laughter. No scent strong enough for my wolf to identify.
Whoever had pushed the message beneath my door had known how to disappear.
I crossed the room and placed the paper on my desk beside the first anonymous note.
You may wear the Luna’s crown, but you will never belong to Ironclaw.
The first message had been cruel, but easy to dismiss. Someone in the pack did not approve of the alliance. That was hardly surprising. Ironclaw and Mooncrest had spent years on the
