LOGINFor seven years straight, Alpha Callum stood me up at our betrothal ceremony during the Moonlight Festival. The pack mocked me as a delusional she-wolf. “Since when did an Omega think she stood a chance with an Alpha? She must be delusional.” But it wasn't some fantasy I'd invented. Callum was the one who had promised me, time and again, that he would propose to me in a grand ceremony. At the eighth Moonlight Festival, Callum stood me up once again, leaving me alone beneath the Moon Goddess Tree. Meanwhile, he took his childhood sweetheart Isabella, the Beta’s daughter and the pack’s Saintess, to see the aurora. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Isabella was upset. I only went with her to take her mind off things. Don’t read too much into it.” “The elders still won’t allow me to take an Omega as my Luna, but they’re close to giving in. Give me one more year, and I promise I’ll make you my Luna.” At the ninth Moonlight Festival, he finally approached me in formal black attire. Right in front of him, I set fire to the dress I had worn for him eight times—and to the diagnosis of terminal Wolf-Soul Decay Syndrome hidden inside it. “Callum, there won’t be a ninth chance.” Because in a few days, I would be dead.
View MoreCharlotte's POVAfter I died, my spirit left my body and drifted above the cottage.I watched Maya sort through my belongings. I also watched Callum kneel outside the gate and call my name again and again.He arrived only two hours after my death.This time, he had almost managed not to be late.But almost was still too late.After the farewell ceremony, my spirit began to fade.A silver light appeared behind the laurel tree, and I saw my mother standing within it, smiling as she reached out to me.I was about to go to her when a dark force suddenly wrapped around my body and dragged me into endless darkness.When I opened my eyes again, I saw Callum.He knelt in the center of a black magic circle, blood pouring from his palm while the moonstone ring floated before him.The moment he saw me, he reached out with bloodshot eyes.“Charlotte, come back.”“I’ll marry you immediately. I’ll make you Luna of the Blackstone Pack, and no one will ever laugh at you again.”I quickly recovered fro
Callum's POVCharlotte’s farewell ceremony was held the next day.Maya refused to let me come close. I could only follow the procession from a distance and watch as they buried her beneath the laurel tree.Her gravestone bore only her name. There was no mention of the Blackstone Pack. No mention of me.It was as if our nine years together had never existed.Once everyone had left, I approached the grave and placed the moonstone ring beside her photograph.“I’m here, Charlotte.”“I didn’t break my promise this time. Please open your eyes and look at me.”No one answered.The wind stirred the laurel tree, and a fallen leaf landed on my shoulder.I sat before her grave all night, memories of our life together flashing endlessly through my mind.I remembered her waking for the first time and asking my name with a pale face.I remembered her wearing a festival gown for the first time and nervously asking whether she looked beautiful.I remembered her standing under the Moon Goddess Tree for
Callum's POVI searched the borderlands for Charlotte for three full days.The patrol teams combed every nearby town, but there was no trace of her.Only after I found the registration record from when Charlotte had fled to the Blackstone Pack ten years ago did I remember the cottage her mother had left behind in Laurel Town.I gathered every medicine that might ease the effects of silver poisoning and traveled through the night.All the way there, I kept telling myself she would be fine.I had stood Charlotte up eight years in a row.She loved me so much. How could she bear to die and leave me behind?As long as I reached her, as long as I told her the Marking Ceremony was ready, she would come home with me and receive treatment.At daybreak, I finally saw the cottage.But a bundle of white laurel branches hung outside the gate—a sign used only when a member of the pack had died.I froze. The medicine case slipped from my hand and struck the ground.Glass shattered, and the medicines
Charlotte's POVAfter the train stopped at the border, I changed routes twice before finally reaching the house my mother had left me.The laurel tree in the yard was much taller than I remembered.When I pushed open the wooden door, dust drifted slowly through the sunlight. Everything inside looked exactly as it had when my mother left.The pain was too severe for me to sleep.I injected myself with a dose of painkillers. Not long after I lay down, hurried footsteps sounded outside.Maya pushed open the door and stared at me with red-rimmed eyes.“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Charlotte?”Leaning against the headboard, I managed a faint smile.“What difference would it have made? You would only have started crying a few months earlier.”Maya bit her lip, but the tears fell anyway.We had met at the healing academy. After graduation, she joined another pack. We rarely saw each other over the years, but we never lost touch.She moved into the cottage without another word, cleaning the












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