Silver Rejection
Everyone watched Alpha Caelum Draven reject his fated mate at the Blood Moon ceremony.
Everyone watched Seraphina Voss stand straight, speak the completion words without flinching, and walk out alone into the dark.
They called her nothing. An Omega with no pack, no status, no future worth having. They assumed she would grieve quietly somewhere and disappear.
She did not disappear.
With one bag and a transfer form, Seraphina leaves Ironveil and everything in it behind. In Velmoor, far from the pack that discarded her, she begins to discover what she actually is. Not the lowest rank in a hierarchy built to contain her. Something older. Something rarer. Something the wolf world has not seen in generations.
She is a primal.
And the bond Caelum rejected is not dead. It is growing. It is changing into something neither of them has words for yet, something that cannot be rejected twice, and it is getting louder with every night he spends telling himself the decision was right.
He chose his alliance over his wolf.
He chose politics over gold in his own eyes.
Now Seraphina is coming into everything she was always meant to be, and Caelum is beginning to understand that some decisions cannot be managed, reasoned through, or filed away.
Some things you only get one chance to choose correctly from.
He already used his.