The world tilted. My breath caught painfully in my throat.
No no no…
I heard that wrong!
Sven… dead… because of a ritual? For Navielle? My own sister?
“You think I wished for this?” Razen growled. “I had no other path! Navielle was dying, and Sven was a perfect match. One life for another. Her life is worth far more.”
His words pierced deep into my chest. I clutched at my heart, struggling to stay upright as I staggered back.
My son…. my Sven…
He had not died to rogues like Razen told me. He had been taken… sacrificed by his own father.
“Razen,” Layton said, his voice shaking. “Sven was only a pup.”
“And Navielle is my future Luna,” Razen snapped. “Sven was weak, sickly. He would not survive long in this world. I did what had to be done for the pack.”
“There were others who could match her if you waited even one more night,” Layton argued.
“That risk was not worth taking,” Razen said firmly. “Navielle is everything to me.”
Tears slid down my face as I forced myself to stay silent. Every word he spoke tore something inside me apart. I couldn’t believe this was my mate, the man who once swore under the moon to protect me.