The Moon I Finally Walked Away From
I compared every she-wolf around him to myself, wondering whether those she-wolves had held his hand, kissed him, or shared his bed.
Night after night, I woke from nightmares in an empty bed until one evening I finally broke down and called him. He answered almost immediately, never blaming me for breaking our agreement.
Instead, he spoke gently and even told me a childish bedtime story until I finally calmed down.
"Aurora," he asked softly, "is this month really that hard for you?"
Three days before Unclaimed Moon ended, we lifted the suppression on our mate bond ahead of schedule. By our fifth anniversary, I truly believed he would never bring up that ridiculous tradition again.