Lia still couldn't believe she had been kicked out of the pack. It felt like a terrible dream—one she desperately wished someone would wake her from.
As she walked out of the pack with Derek following behind, she could feel the weight of countless eyes on her—watching, judging, mocking.
How could Tristan do this to her?
How could he humiliate her like this—all because of Aria?
Hatred for Aria burned in Lia's heart as she was escorted to the edge of the Golden Rills Pack's territory. The moment she stepped across the border, a searing pain tore through her body, forcing her to her knees. A scream ripped from her throat, raw and agonized.
Derek stood still, sorrow darkening his gaze. He knew exactly what was happening—Tristan had severed her bond to the pack. With every agonizing second, her scent changed, the last traces of her connection fading away.