*~Lilith's POV~*
Weeks bled into months, and months became a blur of exile. I had left New Orleans far behind, cutting every tie, every memory, of what once made me whole Not because I wanted to—but because I had no choice.
The Crescents had turned their backs on me, cast me out, stripped me of any right to call them family. My secret was no longer a secret. The entire supernatural underbelly of New Orleans now knew I was a Crescent. To them, I was now nothing but a traitor who had betrayed her own pack for love.
And Marcus… Marcus and his wolves had been hunting me relentlessly. A shadow in every alley. I didn't care anymore. All I knew was that survival meant running. So I ran.
Far.
Now, I was in Paris. I had taken a seat in the dim light of a bar tucked away in Montmartre, where the air smelled of cigarette smoke and desperation. My cocktail sat half-empty before me, untouched. I wasn't drinking for pleasure. I was drinking to clear my head
