“You can send me the location where I have to join you,” he said stiffly.
“I’ll give this to Gwyneth first… then come find you.”
He waited for a response that wasn’t coming.
“Go,” I said quietly.
And he did.
An hour later, I stood in front of the pack cemetery. Behind me, the private carriage that belonged to the Blackwing Pack. It had waited with quiet readiness.
My mother’s picture shone softly on the carved stone. I placed a bunch of blooming red roses on her grave, the color she loved most.
“Mom,” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks, “I’m getting mated to the man they call the Dark Alpha and somehow it doesn’t feel as bad as it should.”
I wiped my face.
“I used to think love looked like Gareth. But that was an illusion… and now I’ve thrown it away. From today on, I will choose my own happiness.”
My grandmother tried to contact me through mind-link for five times. As for my father, he tried to contact me seven times. And more than a hundred mind-link from my twin brothers, who always chose Gwyneth over me because I was ‘too strict’.
‘Lady Freya, when are you leaving?’
‘My lady, answer me.’
‘Send me the address.’
A small smile touched my lips. I closed my eyes, breaking off my mind link with them. FInally, I cutting myself free from everything tied to the Silverfang Pack.
The coachman bowed, “Lady, we’re ready for our journey.”
I stepped onto the carriage without hesitation.
Farewell.
I no longer needed Gareth to follow me. I was leaving forever.
