After I gave up the entire family, they regretted it

“Lady Yvaine,” the pack adjudicator said gently, folding his hands atop the oak table, “you have been bonded to Alpha Gerald for thirty winters. You bore him a son and a daughter, and your bloodline has already continued through a grandson. With such a lineage, do you truly feel no hesitation?”

His silver eyes searched my face, clearly hoping I would withdraw my claim.

Hesitation?

A faint, bitter smile curved my lips.

Not long ago, I was crushed beneath an overturned hunting carriage in the northern ravine. My wolf had nearly slipped beyond recall.