MAEVE'S POV
For the next few days, rumors about the state of Ivan's wolf spread across Ash Creek like wildfire.
It was a targeted political sabotage—one that might ruin Ivan to an extent, but it was for the greater good… right?
The hesitation still tugged on my chest, but I pushed it away by reminding myself that Devon would be proud.
More than ever before, I longed to talk to him. I needed the reassurance of his voice telling me that everything was on track back in Dark Wind.
I needed to know that he was well and okay. I needed him to know of this new weakness in Ivan—this weakness that seemed to present itself in the name of our mate bond.
Clinging to my worries about Devon easily distracted me from my guilt over the rumors spreading through the pack.
Just as I had instructed, Nina had done a stellar job of getting everyone to talk about the unstable state of Ivan's wolf.
