Mirian deflated like a balloon, her shoulders sagging, even as she left the dining hall.
She couldn't find the words to answer the Luna's inquiry about Marcus.
How did the Luna even know about her relationship with Marcus? Did Ryder tell her? She shook her head. Ryder might be anything but a snitch. She trusted he wouldn't betray her.
Mirian's head was aching as much as her heart was. The Luna had told her to consider her options well and settle the matter with wisdom to avoid causing a war between both packs.
As she trudged back to her quarters, her mind a jumble of emotions and thoughts, she missed the man leaning by the tree on her path.
"Is Mirian suffering from a heartbreak?" Ryder's voice carried a tinge of amusement as he pushed himself off the tree trunk, walking towards her. "You and your suitor are quite…popular now. You're a wealthy little omega, so why are you still wearing a long face instead of a luxury dress?"
