Conrad Voss and I had broken up six times, and every time, it was because of Yvette Halden. To bankroll the reckless spending of the former Alpha's daughter, he secretly entered illegal obstacle races and gambled his life on courses lined with silver blades. Whenever I tried to call off our engagement, he'd drag his battered body to my door, eyes red-rimmed as he swore it would be the last time. Each time, I smelled the blood on him and opened the door. Today was supposed to be the day we made our mate vows before the Moon Goddess and set a wedding date. In a white dress, I sat with my parents in the Black Pine Pack's banquet hall. We waited from noon until the candles burned out. Conrad never came. At 10 p.m., his teammate Neil Carrow called. "Daphne, Conrad fell off a cliff during the race. A silver arrowhead went into his chest. The doctors are trying to save him. You need to..." I cut him off, "Was it for Yvette again?" Neil went quiet for a moment. "She wanted tonight's grand prize. A moonstone crown." There was a rush of footsteps over the line, followed by Yvette calling Conrad's name through tears. I lowered my eyes to the dinner gone cold in front of me. This time, I didn't shake. I didn't get up. "I'm not going. Tell him the engagement is over. If he gets hurt again, no one needs to call me."