Forgetting The Alpha Who Left Me
During the pack's wilderness training, my adopted sister, Tessa, shoved me from a cliffside thick with wolfsbane.
My Alpha, Fenrir, turned and left with Tessa feigning injury in his arms, leaving me for dead at the bottom of the ravine.
I died instantly, but my soul lingered, watching everything with cold detachment.
I watched as Tessa's tearful complaints swayed him into blaming me for my own disappearance.
"Will Selene ever stop causing me trouble?"
"She's weak and always looking for trouble. How could she possibly be fit to be our Luna?"
He had no idea I was already dead at the bottom of that cliff choked with wolfsbane.
Five whole days.
The poison hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, racing through my veins with merciless speed.
As my body decayed under the moonlight, my love for him faded with it.
The title of Luna, the magnificent coronation I had dreamed of, everything I once cherished was now meaningless.
The Selene who loved him was well and truly dead.