Novelas de Sommy Writes

|DIAN|I didn't want to go to the pack meeting. I had no intention of showing my face in front of everyone who'd watched me get destroyed three weeks ago. But my father insisted. He stood in my doorway that morning with his arms crossed and that stubborn expression that meant arguing was pointless. "You need to show your face," he said. His tone was grim. "Hiding makes it worse. Makes it look like you have something to be ashamed of." I wanted to laugh at that. I had everything to be ashamed of according to the pack. I was the rejected one. The weak one. The mistake the moon goddess made. But I got dressed anyway because my father had that look that said he wasn't backing down.The herbs Luna Seraphine gave me had helped. The constant pain in my chest had dulled to something manageable. I could breathe without it feeling like broken glass in my lungs. I still couldn't shift because my wolf stayed buried deep and terrified. But at least I could function. Small victories. My mom walk

|DIAN|Three weeks after the rejection, Luna Seraphine came to see me. I was in my room because that's where I spent most of my time now l, avoiding people. Avoiding the stares and whispers. Avoiding the pack house where I might run into Kael. Someone knocked and I almost didn't answer. But then a voice said "Dian? It's Luna Seraphine." And I scrambled off my bed so fast I nearly fell. The Luna. The actual Luna was at my door. I opened it and there she stood. Beautiful even in simple clothes. Her white-gold hair caught the light. She smiled at me and it was kind. Actually kind. Not pitying. "May I come in?"I nodded because words weren't working. She came in and closed the door behind her. Looked around my small room. I was suddenly aware of how tiny it was. How plain. How the bed was unmade and I hadn't cleaned in days. But she didn't seem to care and just sat on the edge of my bed like it was normal. Like Lunas visited low-ranking wolves in their messy rooms all the time. She ha

|DIAN|I woke up in the healer's cottage and for half a second I didn't remember why. Then it all came crashing back and I wished I'd stayed unconscious.Margot the healer seen hovering over me looking worried. I tried to sit up and pain exploded in my chest , not again. I was so sick of hurting. "Easy," Margot said, pushing me back down. "Don't move too fast." My voice came out rough like I'd been screaming the whole day."What happened?" She checked my pulse and widened my eyeballs to check for issues. "You've been unconscious for two days now. The bond rejection caused severe trauma. Your body shut down." Two days. I'd lost two whole days to this who drama, the anger sparked hot in my heart ."Where's my mom?" I asked. Margot's expression softened in a smile. "Getting food for you dear. She hasn't left your side ever since. Neither has your father as well." Great. So they'd watched me fall apart for two days straight now that was humiliating. I closed my eyes and tried not to feel

|DIAN|My birthday started so perfect.I woke up soon since I couldn't fall asleep. Regardless of Seras efforts my hair still appeared odd.. I kept having urge to urinate due, to anxiety.By sunset the entire pack assembled in the clearing. Lanterns had been hung casting a charming glow, over everything. Tables were piled high with food, music filled the air. For once people were smiling at me of ignoring me like I was just part of the background.Mom continued to fuss over my dress. Dad appeared as if he was about to tear up. Mara gripped my hand tightly and it was painful."This is the moment " she murmured.Yeah. This was it.I felt unwell. The pleasant sort of unwell, The kind where your stomach churns and you can't help but grin despite being scared. The moon had risen. Enormous and silver shining intensely .Alpha Gareth remained on the platform wearing his stern expression. He had grown harsher since Luna Seraphine fell ill, and more severe.. Tonight he was conducting the cerem

|DIAN|I sensed immediately that something wasn’t right the moment I entered the pack house kitchens.The typical morning commotion had stopped, no banging of pans no familiar quarrels among the chefs no steaming sounds from the ovens. Only. The scent of charred bread and no one hurried to investigate. My mother remained motionless at the counter. Her fingers clutched the stone surface tightly her knuckles change color . Three other kitchen staff gathered close, to the pantry doorway murmuring in the anxious manner wolves behave when frightened but trying to conceal their fear."Mom?" I placed my basket filled with picked herbs from the garden. "What’s going on,what happened?"She glanced back at me. Her eyes were excessively wide her complexion unusually pale. "Dian. You must go. Immediately." She shoved me from behind as if shielding me from some threat that made no sense—I was always here, in the mornings. We followed our routine: I collected herbs she began the bread and we collab