Rejected By My Mate, Crowned By The Moon

ounds, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers mingling with the cool breeze. The silence before training began always gave her a strange sense of clarity. It wa

his deep voice slicing through t

g stance once more, her bare feet digging into the earth. She had already repeat

bs with a precise kick that sent him tumbling into the dust. The watching pack members murmured quietly among th

ut too slow. Your enemy won't wai

ves, hesitation could mean death. She had no place for softness anymore. Her heart, once a reservo

lion against her own limits. But she kept pushing. She had to. She couldn't afford to remain the broken

he often found solace-water rushing over stone, carving its path without asking for permission

em break you?" cam

s green eyes were as calm as ever, yet something in them

me," she whispered.

cloth soaked in herbs. "You're burning you

ove she could endure. But her body was beginning to falter. The fire beneath h

ed. "I need to become some

Or... of who?" El

ed her in front of the entire pack without so much as a flicker of remorse. She could still s

," she murmured. "So now I'

. "Becoming stronger doesn't mean you have to bleed for t

to be enough. She wa

am came to her li

ered with silver markings she didn't recognize, and her eyes-once brown-now glowed with a radiant blue light. Opposite

the light that guides," said a voice

hed in sweat, her heartbeat

training session, any memory. And the name-Moonborn-echo

ame sooner than expected. But Liana wasn't the same as yesterday.

f fluidity, her instincts sharper, her refle

from?" he asked, no

replied truthfully. "B

o the river. But this time, instead of hiding, she practiced her

kin was not just pain. It was power. An

e her rejection, Liana

as be