The Betrayed Luna's Vow Of Vengeance

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ack Moon Pack. My moon-white silk gown whispered around my ankles as I stepped

warm brown eyes shining with admiration. "Lun

into the night sky. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, pine from the surrounding forest, and the joyful energy of my pack. Five years I had poured my

members bowed their heads

to see you, Elara. Is your mother's cough any better?" I paused

my duty

ld be here,* she grumbled in my mind, her voice a low g

liver of unease pricked at my own heart

mate, my Alpha. My gaze settled on the raised platform at the center

e direction of the platform, carryin

froze, feeling like a

ker. It was the scent of a winter storm raging through a pine f

s tainted

ent was another, a sickly swee

ind, a sound of pure, animalistic r

e. Faye. Ryker's ex-girlfriend, a rogue she-wolf who shoul

plummeted into a cold, dark ab

h the celebrating crowd, locking onto the s

I sa

rned away, his body shielding a smaller figure fro

a

of his shoulder. His arm was wrapped protectively around her, a ge

r gazes flickered towards the couple, then quickly, guiltily, away, pr

a deafening roar in my ears. At the base of my neck, my Mating Mark-the sa

Bond all screamed the same, soul

nto my palms that I felt the sting of breaking skin. The p

ace etched with concern. "Luna,

churn with nausea. I forced my fist to uncurl. I smoothed the front of my gown, my

ked, clawing at the inside o

nal voice a shard of ice. *We a

orm, towards the public display of my humiliation. Each step felt like I was

ho was destroying it. I took another step, and then another, my voice calm and clear as

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