After I became someone else's bride, he regretted it

Eason, one of Moon ridge’s most celebrated young warriors, sent me the ninety-fifth proof of his betrayal.

A Memory Stone, a moon-etched crystal that records scent, sound, and image.

Inside it, Eason and Nancy his so-called “cousin”were tangled together in a way no blood-kin ever should be.

The first time he betrayed me was at our own bonding feast.

Nancy had just returned from the Southern Wolf Academy. She ran straight into his arms… and kissed him.

The second time on our seventh anniversary.