THREE YEARS... For three years, I had lived under the same roof as my husband, yet we were no different from strangers. We crossed paths only during official pack matters, family dinners, or other unavoidable occasions, and even then, he barely spared me a glance. Tonight was our third wedding anniversary, and once again, I sat at the head of the long mahogany dining table in the Blackwood packhouse, pretending the empty seat opposite me didn't slice a piece of my soul away. I looked down at the elaborate dinner I had spent five hours preparing beef bourguignon, roasted vegetables, and a delicate chocolate tart. All of Christopher's favorites. The candles I lit an hour ago were already burning low, their wax dripping down like slow, silent tears onto the pristine white tablecloth. "Luna Sarah, should I put the food in the warmer?" I looked up to see Martha, the head packhouse Omega, standing near the kitchen door. Her eyes held that familiar look of pity I despised. Everyone knew
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