Moonspear Reforget

The sound of her ex's name caused Wildfire's face to pinch. Without opening her eyes, she shook her head. Before she could add a verbal response, Charon fired three more questions at her. She sucked in a breath, feeling shame curling in her belly. But something about the Alpha's tone caused her to crack open her eyes and ever so slowly blink in his direction. His eyes were chips of ice, his voice an ax grinding against stone. His anger and his judgment were entirely directed at Goober and not herself, she realized.

"I don't know," she answered faintly, still stuck on the way Charon seemed so ready to avenge her honor. Would Floki also react this way? Abruptly, Wildfire was desperate to tell him the truth. The truth will set you free, she thought inanely, realizing that keeping it all a secret had been an exercise in futility and masochism. It was still humiliating for someone to know what Goober had done to her, yet now she had an ally to support her and seek punishment for her attacker. For the first time since Goober had taken her against her will, Wildfire felt a slight flicker of relief.

"I have to—I have to—" Wildfire began babbling suddenly, stricken eyes tracking over Charon's face. "Can you call for Floki?" she spluttered, ignoring the pounding that seemed to be concentrated over her right eye in particular. "He thinks..." She winced at the mess she'd made of their relationship and didn't have the heart to explain the gruesome details to the Alpha. Wildfire didn't know if she could even make things right, yet the least she could do was set things straight.