The council elders spoke about my body like I was an empty chair in the room.I stood on the stone platform beside Kael, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor while six old men debated my fertility. They had summoned me here for this sole purpose.Three years of marriage, three years with the Luna title, and no baby to show for it.They didn't care that I had drunk every bitter herb the pack healers gave me. They didn't care about the rituals, the prayers, or the examinations that left me feeling stripped of any dignity.To them, I was just broken."The bloodline is weakening,"Elder Ezra said, his voice echoing off the walls. "A pack without a future is an invitation for war."I kept my hands folded tightly in front of my dress, my nails digging into my palms so I wouldn't start shaking.I was used to the words by now. Barren. Useless. A bad omen.Then there was the mark on my collarbone. It was a birthmark, shaped like a fractured crescent, but the older wolves claimed it was a curse fr
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