Feral things

Sienna stood at the edge of the forest, her breath forming small clouds in the crisp evening air. The fading sunlight cast long shadows over the trees, but she remained still, staring into the vast wilderness. This was the one place she could escape-the one place where no one would whisper behind her back or look at her with pity in their eyes.

It had been three months since Ethan, her fated mate, rejected her.

The memory still burned as though it had happened yesterday. That night under the full moon, when her heart had soared with hope and expectation, was the very night it had been shattered. She remembered the way Ethan had looked at her-detached, cold, and unyielding.

"I cannot accept you," he'd said, his voice devoid of emotion.