The Triplet's Bullied Mate
“By flame and moon. By blood and bond.
Let what was chosen be unmade. Let the fragile, fumbling choices of a confused heart be undone.
Let what was bound be loosed. Let the pathetic, weak threads of their wolf-kin bond unravel.
Let her heart forget the names that came before mine. Let her memory be cleansed of their touch, their scent, their false affection.”
The bloodstone pendant, held aloft in my hand, pulsed with a soft, angry red light, mirroring the glow of the runes on my skin. A faint crack appeared on its surface, then another, spiderwebbing outwards. The stone cracked down the middle with a sharp, sickening sound, like a heartbeat shattering, a violation of its very essence.
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