LOGINGasps echoed through the crowd. Applause swelled, joyful and deafening. But Talia heard only the pounding of her heart, each beat a reminder of the impending doom.
Thomas raised his hand for silence. "Tonight," he began, his voice rich and unwavering, "we celebrate not just a victory, but a new alliance. The Northern Summit has agreed to join the Black River. This bond will strengthen our territory. Making us safer. Prosperous."
Cheers erupted, but he raised his hand again. Silence followed. Talia couldn’t help but admire Thomas’s ability to deliver a good speech. His pack was eating up his words, oblivious to the pain he was causing her. It was as if her family’s sacrifices meant nothing.
"And soon, a Luna will rise beside me."
Mira stepped forward, her smile soft and her eyes sparkling with triumph.
Hesitant clapping mingled with a wave of whispers and stunned silence washing over the crowd.
Thomas did not look at Talia.
"But first," he continued, finally turning toward her, "I must close the chapter on a bond that once held meaning but no longer serves our path."
He looked her in the eye, and she felt her knees go weak. “Loser,” Kaela repeated in Talia’s head for the umpteenth time since he started speaking. Talia knew Kaela was directing a lot of her animosity toward Ramble, but he had closed his mind to her, and all Talia could feel was a brick wall.
"Talia Elowen Graves, daughter of Elias Graves, former second-in-command of the Black River warriors, I, Alpha Thomas Calder of the Black River Pack, hereby reject you as my chosen mate. I release you from any claim, spiritual or emotional, that once existed between us. Let the Goddess of wolves Selene witness this severance so that we may walk separate paths."
Gasps again. The crowd held its breath, intently watching Talia for her reaction.
That rejection hit Kaela hard, and she whimpered in Talia’s head as if she had been violently struck, finally withdrawing deep into the corner of Talia’s mind.
A piercing pain burst in Talia’s chest as if something vital had been torn loose. A gasp tore from her, but still, she stood tall. It took everything in her not to fall to her knees.
She met her mate’s gaze, unflinching, but unable to hide the betrayal and pain. Thomas met her stare with a coldness that felt like ice. No remorse. She did not recognize the man looking back at her. He was fully committed to this act of separation, and he had made up his mind.
Her voice was soft at first, then grew louder. Stronger. Steady. Confidence surged within her, a reminder that she would not hold onto someone who did not want to be with her. His wolf’s eyes flashed at her with respect, and Talia preened at the acknowledgment, then hated herself for it. She felt Kaela lift her tail and give a few thumps, flattered by the attention. Then she stopped herself and curled tighter into herself, only looking out at her former mate through her wolf’s eyes in disappointment. Her final goodbye to her wolf mate as he abandoned her.
"Alpha Thomas Calder of the Black River Pack," Talia began, “I, Talia Elowen Graves, daughter of former Beta Elias Graves and warrior of this pack, accept your rejection. May the moon goddess bear witness to the bond that is now broken. I release you, as you have released me. I accept your rejection."
A pulse of energy rippled through the circle.
The bond was gone, severed, as if it never was.
She could feel it. She could almost breathe again. But the unbearable pain of the loss persisted. How long will this last? No one had ever prepared her for this, to be alone.
Then Thomas turned to the crowd, and she could faintly register his words. "Mira, daughter of King Cyrus of the Northern Borderlands, is my chosen mate and future Luna.” He paused, without looking at Talia. “And effective immediately, I name Talia her bodyguard. She will guard Mira’s life with the same honor she once used to guard this pack."
The insult hit harder than the rejection.
Talia stepped forward again. “Oh, hell no!” Her anger gave her some reprieve from the pain of the rejection. “I am not your pawn, Thomas,” she said coldly. “You may reject me as your mate, but you do not command my soul.”
“Silence!” The Alpha roared. Everyone, including Talia, bared their necks at the command of the Alpha. “I am and will always be Alpha to you!”
Kaela chose that moment to speak in Talia’s mind, “You mean dickhead. You will always be known as dickhead to me!” Talia almost burst into hysterical laughter at that one. “Good girl, Kaela. We will get through this shit show!”
Alpha Thomas continued, “This is not about your soul, Talia. This is about your duty to the Alpha and Luna of this pack, and you will do your job. I will give you tonight and tomorrow to report to your post.”
Gasps turned into murmurs. Mira looked away, her smile widening at Talia’s humiliation.
Talia turned without waiting to be dismissed and walked from the circle, her boots striking the earth with force, her long braid sweeping behind her like a trail of fire, defiance radiating from her every step. Behind her, the celebration resumed. Applause. Laughter. Music. “Traitors.” As if she never existed as their leader and future Luna.
Behind the trees, her sister Alina waited.
“Talia!”
Her younger sister ran to her; eyes wet with unshed tears.
“I heard everything. You did it,” Alina whispered. “You really accepted the rejection.”
Talia nodded and pulled her into a hug. “He doesn’t get to define me. We start over. We protect each, always.”
Alina buried her face into Talia’s shoulder. “We are leaving?”
Without an answer, Talia looked to the moon overhead. “We must be careful. We plan first.”
The bond was gone. The pain is still fresh. But beneath it was something else. Something clearer.
Freedom.
Alina whispered, “Where will we go?”
“Somewhere they can’t reach us. Somewhere we write our own story.”
Kaela stirred in her chest again, this time not in grief. "We're not broken," Kaela whispered. "We're free."
Talia nodded, feeling the weight of the rejection.
“Come on, Lina.”
Together, they stepped into the night. Tomorrow, they will need a plan to forge a new path and leave the betrayal and heartbreak behind.
Talia and Lucian left the castle without ceremony.No proclamations. No farewell feasts. They simply stepped away from the seats they had carried for so long and chose something gentler in their place.They made their home in one of the larger cottages tucked into the heart of Graves Pack Township—the very settlement founded generations ago, when a young, red-haired Flame Wolf, heavy with child and fierce with purpose, had rescued her people from persecution. She had gathered the weak, the infirm, the elderly—those the world had deemed expendable—and led them through danger into the lush valleys of the Obsidian Ridge landscape.She had given them a home.Now that home flourished.The town breathed with life—bustling paths by day, lantern-lit quiet by night. Shops and gathering halls stood alongside hidden alcoves and secluded cottages, half-buried within a magical forest that seemed to protect its own. It was a place where laughter traveled easily, and silence felt safe.It was here t
Through the bond, Casius felt it.The exact moment the blade pierced her heart.Not pain—she was too strong to let that bleed through—But absence.A sudden, terrible silence where her presence had always been.His knees buckled.Across the collapsing realm, Dorian and Malena struggled to hold the portal open, their power straining to keep it from tearing apart completely. They couldn’t reach her.Couldn’t let go.If the portal fell, the last survivors would die between worlds.And Alina—Alina already knew that."No," he breathed.And then he was moving.Through the portal. Through the screams of his children. Through Lucian's desperate grab for his arm.He crossed the threshold between worlds in three strides.Alina's legs gave out.She fell to her knees, hands clutching uselessly at the blade protruding from her chest. Silver light leaked from the wound, not blood—her essence, the magic that had sustained this realm, pouring out.The ground beneath her cracked.The sky above screa
The last of them were children.Twelve orphaned wolf pups crossed through the portal into the waiting arms of the Black River pack—small bodies rigid with shock, eyes too wide, too knowing. Each clutched a book from Alina's library against their chest. Not toys. Not blankets. Stories. History. The fragile architecture of survival.Alina had knelt before every one of them. Touched their hair. Whispered promises she prayed someone else would keep.Behind them came the mothers, infants bundled tight, faces wet with tears they couldn't stop to wipe. Then the disabled, leaning on one another. The elderly went last, as they always insisted—spines stooped, steps slow, bearing witness to the end of an age.And now, silence.Only Alina remained.And the dying world at her back.A star collapsing in on itself could be beautiful—if you watched from far enough away.Up close, it was only terror.The air was thin. Barely breathable.The planet was no longer habitable.Talia had helped with the eva
She was ready.The portal tore open in Alina's private courtyard with a sound like screaming.The mud-encased cocoon tumbled through, roots still writhing with Celeste's earth magic, and landed with a wet thud on ancient stone. The portal sealed behind it immediately—Alina's own power snapping shut like a steel trap, reinforced with wards that had taken her decades to perfect.No going back. Not without her permission.Alina stood perfectly still, her hands clasped before her, watching as the mud began to crack. She'd deliberately chosen this location: the courtyard was open to the sky but enclosed by walls carved with containment runes older than most civilizations. The stone beneath her feet hummed with layered protections, each one a lesson learned through centuries of guarding this world.The mud split. The roots loosened, their connection to Celeste's magic severed by dimensional distance. Seraphine emerged gasping, spitting earth, her hair matted with clay and her eyes wild.The
The packhouse had been cleared.Bodies removed. Blood scrubbed from the floors. The shattered windows were boarded over with fresh timber that still smelled of pine and earth magic. The great hall where Seraphine had nearly torn them apart now stood empty except for the leadership gathered in a tight circle—alphas, sentinels, vampires, and those who'd fought on the front lines.Celeste stood beside Reign, her hand still tingling with residual power. She could feel the earth beneath the foundation, settling back into its natural rhythms after the violence she'd asked it to commit. Beside her, Talia and Sera looked exhausted but resolute, Talia's talisman dim now that the portal had closed.Luca stood at the center of the circle, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. When he spoke, it wasn't his voice that emerged—it was his wolf's, deeper and resonant with ancient authority."We found who let Seraphine in."The room was still.“A house servant,” Luca continued, his wolf’s voice
Celeste felt her. Alina.Not through the earth. Not through pack bonds. Through something older, deeper—a connection that bypassed distance and dimension entirely. The presence slammed into her consciousness with the force of absolute authority, regal and unyielding.Celeste, child.Alina's voice resonated through her mind as a bell struck in a cathedral—clear, commanding, impossible to ignore. Celeste gasped, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of it. Reign's arm tightened around her waist, holding her upright."What is it?" he demanded, his eyes scanning for new threats."Alina," Celeste breathed. "She's—she's in my head."We have to contain her from earth, Alina continued, her mental voice brooking no argument. Send her to me.Celeste's heart lurched. "What?"Talia and Sera will help open a portal. Send Seraphine to me. I will contain her here."No." The word escaped before Celeste could stop it. Her mind raced, horror flooding through her veins. "But that's—that's what we'v







