Instead, I folded the last of my clothes and placed them into the traveling chest at the foot of my bed. Then I carried the stone with me onto the balcony.
The wind was sharp. Below, the pack territory lay silent beneath the moon.
Only then did I speak.
“Did you call me only to say this?”
There was a brief pause.
“Or what?” Lucian replied, his tone hard. “Are you going to accuse me and Rosalie again? I’ve told you countless times—she’s like a sister to me. If your own sister collapsed, would you not worry?”
Like a sister.
I had heard those words so often they no longer hurt.
Once, I argued.
Once, I cried.
Once, I asked why the woman he called a sister always came before the Luna he chose.
Now, I felt nothing.
My heart was no longer breaking.
It had simply gone numb.
“You should worry,” I said quietly.
Perhaps my calm unsettled him, because he fell silent again. When he spoke next, his voice had turned cold and commanding.
“Open your mindlink to Rosalie again.”
Then he severed the connection.
I looked down at the fading glow of the stone.
Naturally, I did no such thing.
Lucian and I had been together for eight years.