Rejected Under the Blood Moon

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ified under the silver light of the Blood Moon. My chest heaved, lungs burning with the cold night air. My dress was torn along the hem, snagged on ro

s. Beyond everyone. I had hoped to disappear, to fade. But the forest seemed to hum with

yond a thicket, deep in shadow. My wolf stirred in response, claws digging into the dirt. Th

p of a twig underfoot, the whisper of air as it shifted around me. My breaths came shallow, quick, and unst

forest feel smaller, more constricted. Their eyes glinted red in the moonlight, fixed on me like pr

scraping the dirt as instinct took over. I shifted, letting my body expand and change. Pain erupted in my

y fur. I could feel the forest respond to me. Leaves trembled. Shadows swirled.

porated instantly. Where he had expected fea

my own. It was the wolf's. It was the Silver Heir's. It was the prophecy coming al

before he could strike, the force of the blow sending him spr

haping every attack, every dodge, every defensive strike. I felt strength I had never known, speed I

Forbidden. A sign that he was no ordinary hunter. He belonged to someone.

ecognition, demanding survival. I lunged at the rogue with every ounce of strength I possess

th terror. The other two hesitated, uncertainty flashing a

Pushing me past fear, beyond hesitation, into something ancient and terrible.

. Far away. He was there, somewhere. Obsessed, possessive, hunting. I did

ught him, roots twisted beneath his feet. I moved like silver lightning, instinct and strategy flowing together. My

rth. Every muscle burned, every nerve tingled with the new energy coursing through me. I

strength, a shadow moved between the tree

a

sh of emotion I could not name. Rage? Relief? Desire? All of

in every muscle. He had been tracking me, closing in, unstoppable and utterly Alpha. And t

ed above. And beneath it, I stood in silver fur, marked with ancient

was something else. Something dangerous. Som

ertainty, that nothing wo