The Rise Of The Forsaken Luna

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ness. My body feels heavy, but the familiar scen

u're awak

eir frames, setting each one into a box as though they are priceless treasures. I watch her slender hands work, steady and precise, as

me off before I can form words. Her ha

e up our titles in Moonveil Pack, and

he kind of wolf to change her mind once it's made up

more than this. I won't stand by while they crush everything my family worked fo

ugh my chest. My eyes sweep the room, noticing the bare spaces on the walls

whisper, confused. "Wouldn't y

the sound sh

onveil law forbids a she-wolf from ruling. Otherwise, I'd be the one leading this

has stood beside me since everything fell apart. So instead, I ask

ive hours. It's three in the afternoon now. David and the

afternoon. I had woken at nine-thirty this morning, believing my life

rejected me. My mate. The one the goddess herself had chosen. He didn't just turn away from me-he broke me. All for an arranged b

s alright

ds gentle as they cup my cheeks

cks as sobs wrack me, each

binds to another. But right now, you need str

of pain. I nod weakly, and she rew

athe with me. I

I match her breaths until the sharp edge of t

nine hours before Marcus's wolves hunt us off Moonveil lan

s saying goodbye to my parents' memories forever. B

squeezing my eyes shut. My b

g me with pride shining in her eyes. She

es. You gather what matters most t

nd. Shaky but determined, I push myse

o rogue life are given an hour-if that-to pack befo

lothes into the trash. The fabric reeks of his scent, and it makes me sick. I had given myself to him fully the night

clutch the bed for balance. The bond between us claws at me, screaming to be

erything. I choke on the helplessness clawi

ke back what I gave him. I can't stop the rejection.

he torment. Slowly, the sobs quiet. Slowly, my s

my head. Push the pa

I fall apart now, I wo

left here. That truth doesn't crush

ge calm washing through