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Chapter 6: Beneath the Blood Moon
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The blood was warm at first.It spread beneath me in a slow, thick pool, soaking into the forest floor and turning the dead leaves dark. I could feel it leaving my body with each heartbeat, a rhythmic pulse of heat escaping through the hole in my side where the silver-tipped arrow had punched through muscle and lodged itself against something vital. My wolf lay curled around the wound inside me, pressing against the damage with everything she had, but she was fading too. I felt her weakening, her presence shrinking like a candle flame in a drafty room.The Blood Moon hung directly above me, framed by the black silhouette of pine branches. Red light washed over everything, turning the world into a painting done in shades of rust and shadow. Beautiful. I'd never noticed how beautiful the Blood Moon was when I wasn't standing on a platform performing rituals for a man who didn't care.Strange, the things you notice when you're dying.The sounds of battle drifted away. Snarls and impacts
My Alpha Rejected Me, Now He Begs For My Crown Chapter 6: Beneath the Blood Moon
They let me out of the cells two hours before the ceremony, because even Damien Blackthorne couldn't explain an absent Luna on the most sacred night in werewolf tradition.A guard unlocked the gate without speaking, stepped aside, and stared at the wall while I walked past him on legs that had gone stiff from thirty hours on a stone floor. No message from Damien. No apology. No acknowledgment that he'd locked his bonded mate in a cage for a crime she didn't commit. Just an open gate and a silent guard and the understanding that I was being released not because I mattered, but because tradition required a body on the platform.I went to my quarters to change into my ceremonial gown.It was shredded.Laid across the bed in ribbons of ivory silk, slashed with something sharp and deliberate. The silver embroidery that had taken a seamstress three months to complete hung in loose threads, and the bodice was torn clean through the center. A folded note sat on the pillow in handwriting I did
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