The Rejected Healer's Retribution

silver moon, the Lunar Pack stood silent, their faces hidden by darkness. I, Elara, the respecte

iting. Al

should have felt safe. Tonight was the Mating Ceremony. After years of stolen glances and silent connections, tonight the

t reach for me. He only gazed at the faint, pulsing light that always g

rew dense and

commanding every wolf's attention. "You are t

hed over me. He was

sky. It is not a gift," he said, his to

in of the broken bond in my chest. He wasn't simpl

e and steady. A Pack can survive without

oric, stepped forward, confusion and protest on his f

t that stole the a

d Mating Blade; it was a crude ceremonial blade, its silver edge stained with a subst

his icy gaze locked onto mine. "So I reject you, E

, right above the pulse point. A gasp of pure shock escaped the crowd as thick, black blood quickly pooled around th

linding, white-hot light, my instinct overcoming the devastation in my heart. Kael's act

him right: my power is s

t: I am a healer, not a mate, and my g

rasp the wound. My light surged, hot and painful, into his poisoned fl

. He was healed. He was whole. He looked down at m

hear. "A great tool, but not a worthy Luna. Now le

My light faded, replaced by a cold, empty void. My mate had made his choice,

ssing between our minds that only we coul

u feared to tear down ev

hurt of my broken mate bond. I walked straight into the moonlit forest