Mitchell stared at the Luna gown that should have been Sera’s. It was tossed carelessly in a corner, like a trampled treasure.The craftsman, trembling, said someone had come three days ago, claiming they were there on Alpha’s orders to take the gown.The signed parchment voucher had Sera’s name on it.But by then, Sera had already left Blackwood.The truth gnawed at Mitchell’s heart.He couldn't stop himself from reaching out, touching the hem of the defiled gown.He suddenly remembered three years ago, the night he officially became Blackwood's young Alpha, and Sera was foretold as his future Luna. Sera, leaning over the design sketches, had laughed and said:"Mitchell, the hem of the gown, it has to have both Blackwood and Mooncrest totems embroidered on it. And our three initials, M, J, S. That way, no matter who becomes my mate in the end, the three of us will always be tied together, and we can never run away from each other."Now, the embroidery on the hem had been crudely rippe
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