The Moonlight of Betrayal
Kane ruffled Jim’s hair approvingly, while Luke fussed over Fiona like she was made of glass, murmuring for her to rest.
I stood there, invisible.
They were the perfect family—warm, whole, united.
And I?
I was the spare part, the forgotten shadow.
Not a single glance. Not a word.
So I left.
I walked toward Moon Lake, the place I’d begged them to take me for years.
"Next summer," they’d always said, "when things are less busy."
Lies.
Empty promises.
Now, I’d go alone.
But my body betrayed me. Halfway there, my wolf gave out—her strength spent, her spirit broken. My legs buckled, and the world was spinning.