Mag-log inWhile I'm poisoned with wolfsbane, a female Omega named Rita Thorne has accused me of being a traitor of the pack. But my husband, Fenrir Grimm, refuses to listen to my explanation. As he holds Rita in his arms, he tells me icily, "Cynthia Huntley, you're no longer worthy of being my Luna. From today onward, Rita shall replace you as the Luna. You, on the other hand, shall be exiled from the pack." Not only does Rita brand a mark of humiliation on my face, but she also secretly swaps out the antidote for the wolfsbane with something else. She wants me to die as a disfigured she-wolf. I don't want to, nor am I willing to accept this fate. The moment before Death embraces me fully, I pray to the Moon Goddess desperately. When moonlight illuminates the land, I hear the Moon Goddess's loving voice. "Cynthia, you're given 48 more hours to live."
view more"Without Cynthia, I would never have become an Alpha. Rita, you've completely exhausted the gratitude I felt toward your mother."With that, Fenrir pulled the silver chains binding Rita and flung her hard to the ground.Rita finally understood that Fenrir would no longer tolerate her. She let out a few scornful laughs, then roared, "Do you think punishing me will ease your conscience?"You were the one who wouldn't listen to her explanations, who had sex with me right in front of her! It was only because you ordered her exile that I had a chance to brand her! You are the real executioner here!"Face flushed with rage, Fenrir issued the order harshly, "Impale this crazy she-wolf with a silver spear and hang her in the mass grave. Let the crows peck out her eyes and the wild dogs gnaw on her bones!""Tell me—is Cynthia dead? At least now she can never take what's mine again!"As the warriors dragged Rita away, her hysterical screams echoed down the corridor.Fenrir clutched his ch
Fenrir searched the mountains for seven days and nights before he finally found her in a small cave, her body already stiff. She was curled up inside the cave like a pup, moonlight draped over her like a delicate veil.The brutal truth unfolded before Fenrir's eyes in a scene so beautiful it could have been a painting. In that instant, his world came crashing down.He fell to his knees and crawled toward her inch by inch, not caring as the stones sliced into his skin.Cynthia's face had been restored to its former beauty, peaceful and serene. But she would never open her eyes and smile at him again.Fenrir would never get to smell the fragrance of lily of the valley that clung to her, nor would he ever hear her softly call his name.His anguished howls echoed through the valley, startling flocks of birds into the sky and sending beasts fleeing in all directions.Fenrir carefully cradled Cynthia in his arms, as if she were merely asleep and he was afraid of waking her up. But as h
After Fenrir was stabbed, the pack's healer rushed to his side immediately.The healer slowly carved out the rotting flesh where the silver dagger had wounded Fenrir. But the latter was too consumed by anxiety to feel any of it."Throw Rita into the dungeon. No one is to go near her without my permission!"Fenrir wouldn't listen to any of Rita's explanations, nor was he in the mood to judge her. The single thought of confirming whether Cynthia was safe overpowered all his other emotions."Does wolfsbane antidote ever circulate on the open market?" he asked the healer anxiously."Of course not. To prevent misuse, both wolfsbane and its antidote are kept in the vault, secured behind ten locks."Thus, Cynthia couldn't possibly have found the antidote on her own. Given how long she had been poisoned, she would've succumbed to it long before she could even make it back.So, when she said she was dying, it wasn't an excuse to leave, but the truth.The realization hit Fenrir like a th
Under Fenrir's stunned gaze, I turned and shifted into my white wolf. Without looking back, I ran toward the distant land of my birth, one that was bathed in moonlight.When the wind, carrying the fragrance of lily of the valley, gently brushed through my fur and fireflies enthusiastically lit the damp flagstone path for me, I knew I had returned to my homeland.The stream sparkled under the moonlight, and I took a sip. It was still as sweet as I remembered from puphood. I looked up at the beautiful valley, wishing I could linger here a little longer.After I married into the Frostclaw pack, Fenrir—knowing I feared the cold—would hold me close as we slept through the night. But as he grew increasingly distant, I often found myself alone in our bed.On those cold, sleepless nights when the wind and snow made the windows creak, I couldn't help but miss my homeland.But as Luna, I cared for the pack's pup, trained the warriors for battle, and assisted Fenrir in managing every minute












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