Gianna’s POV

The clock blinked 2:47 p.m. when the text came through. It was from the informant I had planted in the Nightshade Pack.

“Alpha Asher’s wedding date is set for next month, and Luna Tara's official announcement is a week after their wedding.”

I stared at the screen until the words blurred. My thumb hovered over the delete button, but I could not bring myself to press it. Instead, I locked the phone, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

No.

No, no, no.

This was not happening.

I was supposed to come home, slip back into his life...