Dahlia's POV
I pressed my back against the far wall, away from the shared bars. "You're the source. You're what's helping her siphon the pack."
"I am the conduit," the voice barked.
"Every night, at the stroke of midnight, she comes to the mountain's heart. She brings a tribute; the spiritual essence of the pack's unborn. She feeds me their potential, their strength, and in return, I weave a tether between her and the Alpha. I make him see a mate where there is only a vacuum."
My stomach turned. It wasn't just a metaphor. Gina was literally trading the lives of the pack's future children to keep Nate's wolf from rejecting her.
Every time a mother in the Silver-Crest pack miscarried, it was because Gina had stolen that child's light to patch up her failing fake bond.
"Why tell me this?" I demanded.
"Because the cycle is breaking," the voice hissed, sounding closer now.
