Chapter 64

Beth could think of nothing to say.

Daniel? Daniel Heether, who in the other iteration of this very life had become the most bloodthirsty, ruthless, terrifying dictator in werewolf memory, who had become a force of nature beyond all possible redemption or reasoning, who had been more a monster and a storm in reputation as Beth had known it than an actual man.

Daniel Heether, that very same one just several years younger - all but confessing to her on the steps in front of the Heether pack house where anyone could have walked in on them and heard his words.

She had to be imagining it. There was no way he would cross that line. Luna Margaretta had just been here with them less than two minutes ago.

Daniel could never confess to the widow of his eldest brother who hadn't even been buried a year, whose death had still not gone avenged even now.

No, Daniel could never confess to the woman who had married his mother's other dead son when she had barely left their presence - his sister-in