The Luna He Lost to the Moon Goddess
During Frostpine Pack’s winter hunt, rogue scent crossed the northern border.
Celia heard the warning, but she still cut off my retreat. She escaped with a rogue-tainted gash across her forearm. I fell into an ice ravine, and my wolf nearly died from cold and blood loss.
My fated mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of Frostpine Pack, carried Celia away and never looked back.
I survived seven days in that ravine.
When the patrol finally found me, my wolf was almost silent. Adrian stood over me, furious.
“You should be grateful Celia’s arm can still heal. If her wolf had been damaged because of you, dying on the border wouldn’t have been enough.”
“The bonding ceremony is suspended. Admit you broke formation and got Celia hurt, or I won’t mark you before the pack.”
He thought I would cry and beg.
I only nodded.
“Fine.”
He didn’t know the Moon Goddess had come to me while I was dying.
When the next full moon rose, she would take the most precious things I had left.
My love for Adrian.
Every memory of him.
After that, I would leave Frostpine Pack and begin again somewhere he did not exist.
Whether he still wanted to mark me no longer mattered.
By the time they found my body, the Elena who loved Adrian Blackwood had already died in that ravine with her wolf.