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Meredith
Alarick's phone rang before the priest could finish binding us. Buzz. Buzz. I knew that ringtone, and so did everyone else in the hall as it meant one person and one person alone. Clover. My hand tightened around the bouquet, white roses crushing beneath my grip until the ribbon bit into my palm. Alarick's fingers were still laced with mine, but I felt the moment his grip loosened. He glanced down at his pocket. The priest kept speaking, the Bloodmoon Pack kept watching, and I kept standing there like I hadn't already lived different versions of this moment for five years. Clover calls, Alarick runs, and I forgive him. The pattern was so familiar it made my chest ache. "Alarick," I whispered. He didn't look at me, but his jaw tightened as he pulled his hand free. The cool air rushed between our palms. He answered the call right there in front of the priest and his entire pack. "What's wrong?" His voice dropped low, but the hall had gone quiet enough that everyone heard him anyway. Clover's sobs crackled through the speaker, loud enough to carry and theatrical enough to make my stomach twist. "Alarick, please." Her voice broke. "I can't do this anymore. I just, I can't." Someone else grabbed the phone, their voice panicked and sharp. "Alpha, you need to come now. She's threatening to hurt herself. We can't stop her." My breath caught. Alarick turned toward the door, and I stepped in front of him. "Don't." My voice came out steadier than I expected as I grabbed his wrist and held on. "If you walk out of this hall, don't expect to come back and find me waiting." His eyes finally met mine, brown and frustrated, like I was the one being unreasonable. "Meredith, she's going to die." "She's not going to die." My fingers dug into his sleeve. "She does this every time, and you fall for it every single time." "You don't understand." "I understand perfectly." My voice didn't shake as I held his gaze. "You're choosing her again." Alarick's expression softened, but it wasn't guilt. It was pity. "We'll fix this when I get back. The wedding can wait another week. You know I'll make it up to you." Another week. Like the three months I'd already waited meant nothing. Like the six times we'd rescheduled this ceremony were just minor inconveniences. "No." I let go of his wrist. "It can't." Clover's voice wailed through the phone again, high and desperate, and Alarick flinched. He looked at me one last time before pulling away and walking toward the exit. I watched him go. The empty space where his hand had been felt colder than it should have. For one breath, no one moved. Then the whispers began, crawling through the pews like insects, and I heard every word. "She'll take him back. She always does." "Poor thing. Clover's won again." "I told you this wedding wouldn't happen." Heat flooded my face as my hands shook around the bouquet. I couldn't tell if it was anger or humiliation or both. One of Alarick's Betas approached me, looking uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Luna," he said quietly. "Should we preserve the setup? For when the Alpha reschedules?" Something inside me snapped. I stopped shaking, and my vision cleared. The whispers didn't matter anymore. Fuck this, I was done. I looked at the Beta, then at the crowd, then at the priest who was still frozen mid-prayer. They all expected me to wait, to forgive, to stand here like an obedient fool until Alarick decided I was worth coming back to. I tore off my veil. The lace caught in my hair but I yanked it free with more force than necessary. It fluttered to the floor in a heap of ruined tulle. "There won't be a reschedule," I said. The Beta blinked. "Luna." "I'm not your Luna." My voice carried through the hall. "And I will not marry Alpha Alarick Holt." Silence. I turned toward the aisle as my bouquet slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud. White petals scattered across the red carpet. I stepped over it. No one tried to stop me. No one spoke. I walked out of the wedding hall with my head high and my hands steady. This time, when Alpha Alarick Holt returned, he would not find me waiting and I absolutely mean it.MeredithI'd found a quiet bench along the wall near the kitchen garden, the one spot in Silverthorn where nobody seemed to need anything from me, and I was already cursing at my phone before I'd been sitting two minutes."Oh, you cannot be serious," I muttered. "That's — no. That is not what I said."The post had taken my whole live and turned it inside out. It said I'd claimed I was free to speak, sure, but had anyone noticed the stream ended only seconds after Alpha Kieran Croft walked into the yard? So perhaps, the post offered, in that soft poisonous voice these things always used, the real question wasn't whether I could speak, but whether I was allowed to keep speaking once he showed up.I sat and stared at it, and for a second I was honestly stunned, not because I expected strangers to be kind, but because the stupidity was so sure of itself. Then I made the mistake of reading the comments.Bloodmoon was right to be worried.she DID look nervous the second he turned upif she
AlarickI'd wanted the office quiet so I could wait in peace for my own plan to land.Instead my phone lit up with her face.It was a saved clip by the time I found it, the live already over and spreading with the count under it climbing while I watched. Meredith stood in the middle of the frame and spoke straight into the lens, and I sat forward without deciding to.She was angry. Flushed at the cheek, jaw set, the mark plain on her throat where she'd made no effort to cover it."—it has stared at me, it has tested me, and it has annoyed me on a more or less daily basis," she was saying, "but it has not gagged me, and not one wolf here has told me to make myself smaller than I am. Which is more than I can say for the pack that's suddenly so worried about my wellbeing."Under all of it her voice came out level, steadier than it had any right to be, the kind of steady I didn't want to sit with too long because I didn't recognise it on her.The pack that's suddenly so worried about my w
KieranShe was still wearing it.That small, pleased thing at the corner of her mouth, the one she'd put there after she leaned in close enough to ruin my concentration and then stepped back like she'd lifted something off me clean. I knew exactly what she'd done.My fist closed at my side. My wolf was up and pacing under my skin, leaning hard toward the distance she'd opened on purpose, and I held still through it, because giving her that was the whole of what she was counting on.She tipped her chin up a fraction, and the message in it was plain enough. Your move, Alpha. We both know what it'll be.A knock hit the door, and I came near to flinching at it, which annoyed me more than the knock did. Silas's voice carried through the wood, my name and a question I didn't bother to take in. I kept my eyes on her.Her expression changed. A bright, quick thing moved through her eyes, because she thought the knock had handed her a way out, and she expected me to take it. She expected Alpha
MeredithI crossed the yard with mud drying stiff on my dress and Kieran's no still ringing in my ears."Let him handle it," I muttered, and I dragged the next few steps out of myself like they cost money. "Handle it. Sure. He'll handle it.""Let him handle it," I said again, lower. "Right. Because it's his name they printed. His face they're all losing sleep over." I yanked a clump of mud off my sleeve and flicked it at the dirt. "'Let me handle it, Meredith.' Handle what, exactly? It's mine. The mark's mine, the mess is mine, and somehow the one mouth nobody wants to hear from is also mine." The path from the stables down to the lower yard was busy. Wolves moved through it with feed sacks and patrol gear and baskets of training clothes, and a few of them caught the state of my dress and looked away fast. One younger wolf kept staring a beat too long, until the woman beside him drove an elbow into his ribs."Ow—what was that for?" he hissed at her.She didn't bother answering. She
KieranI read it twice and felt the afternoon go out of me.The mud, the race, all of it drained off and left the cold thing underneath. Bloodmoon had gone through the coalition. They'd put it on the record. And I stood there reading the same polite sentence over while something tightened in my chest and stayed tight.Meredith was still close, watching my face instead of the notice. She'd already worked out from my expression that this wasn't Bloodmoon whining down a phone line again."Lay it out," I told Silas."They haven't accused us of anything."He kept his voice level. "That's the clever part. They've just asked, in writing, through the liaison, for assurance that she's safe, that no one's coercing her and that she can speak. If we sit on it, they say the silence is the answer. If we come back swinging, they say a clear conscience wouldn't need to swing." He shrugged. "Either way they've handed us a question we can't put down cleanly.""Then we don't swing." I folded the phone s
MeredithSera turned back around to face me, and I made myself sit still in the saddle and not look away from her, even though something in me wanted to.Kieran stayed where he was beside his own horse. He didn't step in, and I knew by now that the not-stepping-in was deliberate.The stable boy had found a strap to fuss with. It didn't need fussing with. He worked at it like his life depended on the buckle.I waited. Sera said nothing, and the silence stretched out long enough that I started to feel it crawl up the back of my neck, and I had to fight the urge to fill it for her.Then she looked at me, dead on, with something cold and flat in her eyes that I felt in my chest before I understood it."You want all of us to believe you can't be handled," she said. "That you walked in here and nobody puts a hand on you. But you gave Alarick five years to handle you. Five. So forgive me if I don't bow to the new version overnight."My grip tightened on the reins, and the gelding tossed his
MeredithWe came off the walkway with his warning still sitting between us, and it didn't ease on the way back. I stayed half a step off him the whole way, close enough to feel that his anger had gone quiet instead of gone.The main packhouse felt wrong before I worked out why.A worker by the far
Meredith"The houses are smaller down here," I said.He didn't slow. "They're older. We built outward from this part, not toward it."It was the most he'd given me since the yard, and I took it, because the silence had started to get hard to walk in. We were well past the administrative grounds by
KieranThe question was wrong the second it left my mouth.I don't know why you still let him reach you.I'd meant that Alarick should not still have a road to her. That a man who'd thrown her away should not be able to reach into her week with a single message and make her hand go tight around a ph
Meredith Tell me he didn't mark you. Whatever had been holding the air still between me and Kieran broke. My fingers tightened around the phone. Kieran caught the change in my face before I said anything. "Meredith?" I didn't answer right away. His eyes went from my face to the phone in my han







