The Luna He Sacrificed Was His Real Savior
Lucien sent me onto the transplant table with his own hands to save the foster sister he treasured most.
“Elara, this is what you owe Sylvie.”
“Give her your kidney, and I’ll let you remain the Luna of this pack.”
He did not know that five years ago, when the northern wolf keep caught fire, the one who carried him out of the flames had never been Sylvie.
It had been me.
He knew even less that I had long since reached the final stage of soul-wolf collapse.
I had only forty-eight hours left.
This kidney was the last thing keeping me alive.
On the day of the operation, he stood outside Sylvie’s healing chamber, speaking to her softly and refusing to leave her side.
Meanwhile, in the transplant room next door, my heart stopped.
When news of my death reached him, he only sneered and called it another one of my tricks.
Not until much later did he unfold the blood-soaked rescue record from the northern fire and see the photograph attached to it.
Mine.
Alpha, your Luna left one final message before she died.
“She says this life is returned to you.”
“In the next one, may you never meet again.”
So why are you losing your mind now, Lucien?
Isn’t this exactly the ending you wanted?