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Micah’s expression didn’t change. She was so lost in her memories I didn’t think she even heard me.

“I envied you. Hated you. Hated watching you whine about the life I wanted.” Her lower lip trembled, her voice shaking. “I hated the way you pretended we were friends while you stole the life I should have had.”

I took a step forward, making the chains rattle, and Micah’s gaze settled on me.

“I always saw you as a friend, Micah. Always,” I said carefully.

I wasn’t just trying to buy time. It was the truth.

I met Micah’s gaze silently, willing her to see my sincerity.

For a moment, Micah paused. In that moment of hesitation, a thousand memories passed between us.

A pink Band-Aid on my knee, Micah’s soft laughter when I tackled her to the ground, Micah and I hanging off the side of my bed giggling late into the night as we talked about the boys we liked and what our future would be like.

Micah’s hand fell to her belly, and her gaze hardened.

The moment of hesitation passed.

“My child will live the life of luxury I never could.” Mania crept into Micah’s voice as her hand left the folds of her flowing dress, revealing an elegant silver dagger in her grasp. “I will rule as the luna of the Nightshade Pack alongside Dylan, and you…you will never steal anything from me ever again.”

I tensed, steadying myself.

With the silver chains, not only was my range of movement limited, but I couldn’t shift or take strength from my wolf.

But I wouldn’t die without a fight.

Since she was pregnant, Micah couldn’t shift either.

Micah drifted closer, her footsteps barely a whisper against the stone floors.

I shuffled back, my look of terror only slightly feigned.

One misstep and I was dead.

Micah stepped into my personal space, her hand poised to stab the dagger into my heart.

I swung with all my strength, knocking the dagger out of her grasp. Micah gasped in shock, blindly reaching for the fallen dagger, but I was faster.

I picked up the dagger.

Micah froze as our gazes locked.

In one movement, I could kill her.

I had enough reason to. She’d betrayed me. She’d tried to kill me three times now.

The blade trembled in my grasp.

And I found that I…I couldn’t do it.

Not with the memories of our past hovering so close that I could have touched them.

Not when Micah was pregnant with an innocent child who had nothing to do with this.

Micah saw my hesitation, and her eyes went wide with disbelief.

It happened fast. These things often do.

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