LOGINHigh in the night sky was the moon.
Full. Bright. Unforgiving. The night wind gently tugged at Elsie's pale dress as she stood in the middle of the clearing behind the Alpha estate, the cool grass brushing against her bare feet. They could almost feel the weight of what was about to happen in the stillness of the forest around them. There was no celebration here. There weren't any lamps. No sound. No wolves cheering. There is no sound. The elders' expressions were solemn as they stood in a half circle near the ancient stone altar. Even though the tension in his jaw betrayed him, Edward maintained a rigid posture as he stood in front of her wearing dark ceremonial robes. Sara was standing in his stead. Her hand rested protectively over the slight curve of her stomach. Elsie made a conscious effort not to look at it. Her father was worried and stood next to the older people. There were only a few people in attendance. Family. Heads of the pack. Witnesses. Nothing further. The oldest member of the council leaned on his carved staff as he slowly came forward. “Tonight, we gather under the gaze of the Moon Goddess to witness the severing of a sacred bond,” he said, his voice softly echoing through the clearing. Elsie's fingers at her sides curled slightly. It was never intended to be broken the mate bond. It was designed to last forever. However, fate had already been altered. The older continued, "Edward Blackwood and Elsie Whitmore were bound by destiny." Nevertheless, this union must end by choice or circumstance. The older man looked at them both. "The connection between your souls will be severed forever once the bond is broken." His focus remained on them. “Do you both understand the price of this?” The voice of Edward came first. “Yes.” His response was firm. Confident. However, Elsie noticed that his hands were clenched at the sides. She forced her own voice to remain steady while swallowing. “Yes.” The elder gave a nod. "Then proceed forward." They did so. The distance between them was reduced by two measured steps. Edward gave her a genuine look for the first time that night. genuinely looked. He looked at her face like he was trying to remember something. He murmured quietly, too low for anyone else to hear, "You don't have to do this." Elsie's chest tightened. However, she raised her chin. She said softly, "You already did it when you rejected me." They were separated by the words like a stone. The older man aimed the tip of his staff at the moon. "Cut your hands in a fist." Before putting her hand on Edward's, Elsie paused for a moment. Their bond erupted violently as soon as their skins touched. Her chest was throbbing with a rapid pulse. Her chest tightened. Edward also took a deep breath. The old sayings were started by the elder. "By the moon goddess's light... by the wolf's blood... by the bond that fate once gave...” They appeared to be being squeezed into the air. Under her skin, the connection between them burned like fire. "Let this bond be broken now." Elsie's chest went through a raging ache. It came quickly. Violent. She felt like something was being ripped out of her. As the invisible thread that held their souls together began to unravel, she gasped and felt her knees nearly buckle. Her hand was held in a tighter grip by Edward. He let out a low groan as the pain also hit him. The older man went on. "Let their hearts follow different paths." The bond split once more. This time, it's harder. As the agony permeated her veins, Elsie cried softly with a trembling body. Her wolf seemed to be being taken apart piece by piece. Edward's face had turned pale as he stood next to her. Now his breathing was labored. However, he continued to stand. The last words were said. "And under the gaze of the Moon Goddess... This bond has been severed.... Elsie felt something break inside of her. She was hit by an intense, blinding wave of pain that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. As he clenched his chest, Edward stumbled back and let out a choked sound. Still, Elsie— Elsie was unable to maintain her balance any longer. Violently, the world spun. Her vision became hazy. Her father yelling her name was the last thing she heard. She was then completely swallowed up by the night. Elsie gave out and fell to the ground. Unconscious. While the embers of their connection consumed him like fire, Edward fell to one knee beside her and clung to his chest. Since becoming Alpha for the first time Edward seemed terrified.The first few days in Nightcrest passed in a blur of unfamiliar faces, customs, and endless observation.Everywhere Elsie went, eyes followed her.Some curious,some cautious,and some openly assessing.Because she was not only the wife the Alpha chose butShe was the outsider Luna from Bloom Pack.And Nightcrest wolves were not subtle creatures, too bold and openThe morning after their arrival, Elsie was formally introduced to the Nightcrest court.The grand hall of the Nightcrest estate was far different from Bloom Pack’s warm ceremonial chambers. Everything here carried darker elegance—black stone pillars, silver chandeliers, towering windows draped with deep crimson curtains. Even the atmosphere felt heavier.Power lingered in every corner.Elsie stood beside Rowan during the introductions, carefully observing everyone while maintaining calm composure.The court members bowed respectfully toward Rowan first.Then toward her.Some seemed surprised by how young she looked.Others s
The carriage moved steadily through the forest paths, its wheels crunching softly against gravel and fallen leaves as Bloom Pack slowly disappeared behind them.Elsie sat quietly near the window, her fingers resting lightly on her lap while she watched the familiar lands fade further into the distance.She should have felt something stronger.Sadness.Fear.Regret.But instead—There was only silence inside her.A strange calmness she still didn’t fully understand.Across from her, Rowan sat with one arm resting lazily against the seat, his silver eyes occasionally drifting toward her before returning to the passing scenery outside.Neither of them spoke much during the first day.Or the second.The air between them wasn’t awkward exactly,Just unfamiliar.Like two people slowly learning the shape of one another.By the third day, the tension had eased slightly.Not completely.But enough.Their journey to Nightcrest Pack was long, requiring both carriage travel and occasional stops t
Elsie slipped past her parents just as they were about to enter Rowan’s room.Her face still burned from the kiss, her thoughts tangled and unsteady as she walked quickly down the corridor without looking back.But even as she left, she could still feel him.The warmth of his hand against her skin.The way he looked at her like she was something worth wanting.Something worth choosing.And somehow, that terrified her more than anything else.Inside the room, Rowan remained standing near the window as Elsie’s parents entered.The Beta’s expression was tense.His wife looked equally unsettled.For a moment, silence lingered heavily between them.Then Elsie’s father finally spoke.“You cannot seriously intend to go through with this marriage.”Rowan’s silver eyes shifted toward him slowly."Goddess forbid i look like one to make jokes" chuckled while saying“I don’t make jokes about marriage.”The answer was calm.Too calm.It only deepened the tension in the room.Mrs. Whitmore stepped
The moment Rowan pulled away, the world felt… different.Elsie’s breath was uneven, her thoughts scattered, her heart beating in a way she couldn’t quite understand. He watched her—still, calm, as if nothing had shifted at all.But everything had.She stepped back slightly, creating space between them, her fingers brushing faintly against her lips as if trying to confirm what had just happened.Rowan didn’t stop her.Didn’t move closer.He simply watched.Like he was waiting.Like he knew she would leave.And she did.Without another word, Elsie turned and walked away from the river, her steps slower this time, her mind far from quiet.The walk home felt longer than usual.Not because of the distanceBut because of her thoughts.They refused to settle.His voice.His presence.The way he had looked at her.The way he had kissed her.Her chest tightened slightly.Why did it feel like that?Why did it feel like something inside her had shifted… even without her wolf?By the time she rea
Even after Elsie shut the door behind her, a faint whine from the courtyard lingered in the air. Surprised voices. Arguments. Shock. All of it became hazy into something far away that no longer felt like it belonged to her. With her hand lightly resting against the door as if to ground herself, she stood still for a brief moment in the quiet of her room. Her heart was pounding quickly. Too quickly. But not from fear. Not completely. Before she could even process it fully, she heard footsteps. Quick, determined. The door swung open without a knock. “Elise.” Her father. Her mother sped up quickly after her, her face already tense with worry and something even more intense: fear. After them, Sara stepped in. Also Edward. Elsie didn’t move from where she stood. she ceased speaking. She just slowly turned to face them. The first speaker was her father. He began in a controlled but firm voice, "What you did back there was reckless." Her mother didn't sit around. “Reckless?” She e
Silence fell like a storm waiting to break.For a single, suspended moment, no one moved.No one breathed.And then the whispers began.Soft at first.Then louder as seconds went by.Spreading like wildfire through the gathered wolves.“Did he just.......”“He chose her?”“The rejected one?”“Why would he want her?”Elsie stood frozen where she was, the weight of dozens.....no, hundreds—of eyes pressing into her skin. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but outwardly, she remained still.Composed and unmoving.“She should accept,” someone muttered, not nearly as quietly as they intended. “It’s the best she’ll ever get.”A low murmur of agreement followed.“What use is she here anyway?”“She can’t even shift.”“She’d be useless in war.”“At least she’d be of value to this pack and there will be no war…”Each word landed.Sharp.Precise.Cruel.Elsie heard them all.Every single one.But strangely...... strange enough...They didn’t hurt the way they used to.Maybe because she had already he







