登入Everyone in Frostmoon Pack knew that Cassian loved me. He stayed by my side through every heat cycle. On storm-heavy nights, he would shift into wolf form and coax me to sleep. Before the council of elders, he once declared: “Lyra is my only Luna.” So I had never imagined he would betray me too. The day I found out I was pregnant, I received a set of photos from his former lover. In them, Cassian was bare-chested, with fresh bite marks still visible along his neck. She sent only two lines: He does love you. But last night, he didn’t refuse me. I didn’t cry. I didn’t confront him. I only called my best friend. “Help me arrange a false death.” She was silent, then asked in a low voice, “Have you thought this through? You’re carrying a pup.” I touched my stomach. “I have.” “And contact the witch for me. I want my mate bond with Cassian severed.” Five days later, there would be a fatal wreck on the mountain road beyond the pack borders. When Cassian arrived, all he would find was the burned frame of the car and a handful of ashes that were supposed to be Lyra’s.
查看更多On the day he was discharged, he asked to take me to the restaurant I used to love.Just like seven years ago, he walked beside me looking almost hopeful.I felt only tired.When the food came, he placed a dish in front of me himself.“You always liked this one most.”I looked down at it, then back at him.“I don’t anymore.”He froze.I set down my chopsticks.“Seven years is long enough to change anything. The Lyra who loved this, the Lyra who loved you, died on that road.”He went pale.“No.”“Yes.”I rose to leave.He stood so quickly that the chair legs scraped hard against the floor.“Sit back down. Please. Just a little longer. I can make this right.”I looked at him and felt that same deep fatigue again.“You still think love is something you can get back by refusing to let it end.”His face tightened.Then, with sudden desperation, he pulled out the folding knife he had been carrying since the pack clinic and held it against himself.“If you leave now, I’ll do it.”I stared at
Cassian found me three days later.Not at the Project. Not at my quarters. At my grandfather’s house.He stood outside the gate and refused to leave.The first day, he stood under direct sun until his skin burned. The second, rain drenched him through by nightfall. The third, he was still there when the lamps came on.On the fourth morning, he collapsed.They took him to the pack clinic. He burned with fever and woke demanding to see me. When the attendants brought food, he refused it. When they tried to sedate him, he fought them.In the end, I went.I walked into his room already angry.“Cassian, you’re past forty. Can you stop using your own body like this?”He looked up at once.Then, absurdly, he smiled and held out a box.“I got this for you.”Inside was a new moon-wolf carving from a market line I used to collect.Before I could speak, he reached under the pillow and pulled out a bundle of cards tied in cord.“I wrote these over the years,” he said, almost eagerly. “Every place
Selene lived.But the injury kept her from dancing again, and whatever future she had tried to claw back for herself collapsed with it.She reported Cassian. There were inquiries, hearings, and accusations. Favoritism. Improper conduct. Infidelity after formal bonding. The scandal spread quickly through the pack academy and the pack.Cassian did not defend himself.When they moved to strip him of rank, he submitted his resignation before they could finish.He told the elders he was no longer fit to teach young wolves anything.Then he disappeared.I heard all of this seven years later.By then, the Dawnreach Research Center had entered its second phase. For seven years I had lived under another name, behind secured gates, among research halls and controlled compounds. It was the first time I had stepped into a public market in all that time.I never expected to see him there.Cassian had aged more in seven years than some wolves did in twenty. He was leaner, rougher, the lines around h
By the time dusk fell, Cassian looked nothing like the youngest alpha Frostmoon Pack had once admired.His shirt hung loose, his hair was damp with sweat, and he moved through the streets like a wolf who had lost his way and forgotten how to stop.When he got back to the house, some part of him still expected the same small, familiar scene. Lyra would come running out at the sound of the door, throw herself into his arms, and laugh as if nothing in the world could really break between them.But when he pushed the door open, the house was dark.No light.No scent of warm food.No soft voice calling his name.He went straight to the bedroom and stood there breathing in the last traces of her. Then he saw the papers on the bedside table.His heart lurched.For one wild second, he thought she had left him a note. Thought this might still be some cruel punishment, some test he could survive if he just endured it long enough.He snatched them up.What he found was worse: the signed bond-brea






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