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And now I was caught in a web I didn’t fully understand, surrounded by forces far beyond my control. The furies wanted my soul. But why? What made me different from anyone else? Hayden didn’t have the answers, and that terrified me. If even he didn’t know, how could I possibly hope to stop them? The wind picked up, rustling the dead leaves scattered across the ground. My skin prickled with the sensation that we weren’t alone, that unseen eyes were watching us from the shadows. I glanced around, but there was nothing there—just the same desolate landscape of the Underworld stretching out in all directions.

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée. After that I avoided his places, his scent, his shadow. But now? I wasn’t his Luna-to-be. I wasn’t his anything. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would. No Alpha could stop me. At my nod, the girls smiled. Lipsticks clicked open. They weren’t creating someone new. They were bringing back the girl I was—before Caleb Grayson. I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear.

“Since he took out your heart, he’s been ruling all the nightstalkers because of it. That scent, it draws them. After you defeated the witches, he moved on to them. And now your physical body is being used for his mate. And the soul he placed there, her name is Valcira.” I shook my head violently, trying to push it away, trying to tell myself it wasn’t real. “No! That can’t be happening!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Please… let me go back. I can help!” But they didn’t answer right away. And in the silence, the hopelessness settled deeper in my chest. I couldn’t stand it. “Aren’t you listening?! I need to go back! I have to go back to the physical world to help!” I shouted.

Then I recalled I didn't get the stranger's number. Then my face beamed with a smile at the thought of the power of social media platforms. I assumed every young person engages themselves on famous social sites like F******k, I*******m, and Twitter so it would be easy finding Jerry. After showering, I picked up my phone ready to start my search. My interest in knowing the handsome, polite, and generous stranger took a hit on me. While drying my hair, I started my search for Jerry. Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing.

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

"Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place." Back in the lounge, Emily slept peacefully on the couch. After Arthur gently spread a blanket over her, he followed my gaze to the old marriage contract on the table. It was the one I had signed years ago. Its edges were now yellow with age. "Still can't let go?" he asked softly. I shook my head. He handed me a silver lighter and flicked it open. "Burn it," he said. I clicked the lighter, and a flame flared to life.

Each gesture is subtle, yet obvious: a man clearly drawn to the woman before him, taking careful, patient steps to make his feelings known. I give it no thought, no consideration. All I hear is the same lie and empty promises Varyn once fed me, all to claim my body. I say to myself twice: Forsaken will kill me. And yet, each day, I picture what a ravaging test Rauth will be.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**