She didn’t wait for Jeremy to come out of his shock. The second his face froze pale, Lucy bolted, heels pounding against the floor as if the building itself might swallow her whole. She swore, with a trembling heart, that she would never come back.

But where could she run now, after all the chaos she’d left in her wake?

Maybe she should call her mate. Kyle. He would be the safest choice. Except—if she did, she’d drag him down with her. The entire pack already knew of her betrayal, her infidelity. They’d turn on him, strip him of power, maybe even overthrow him. And who would take the throne?...