The ninety-ninth time my Alpha mate blocked our mind-link, I was in the final stages of Wolf Spirit Decay.
I dragged my broken body into the Council Hall.
The cold marble steps grated against the soles of my feet, and with every step, a tearing pain ripped through my chest.
“I am here to petition to leave the pack.”
The council official studied my pale, thin form with a pitying gaze and asked softly, “Are you certain, Miss? You would be giving up the pack's protection.”
Since childhood, my wolf has been unstable, making me frail.
Ever since my father brought home my adopted sister, Lydia, when I was ten, my parents have treated me like a disgrace to the family.
Despite being his marked mate for years, Caleb never promised me a Luna ceremony.
He rarely even took me to pack gatherings.
As a result, hardly anyone in the pack knew who I was.
“It doesn't matter,” I said, my voice calm despite the effort. “I will be dead in three days.”
