The Forsaken Luna

ster. This was different from anything she had felt befo

Her silver eyes lo

over every

. She felt it-the bond forming between them. Deep down

hyrion wa

eryone who their mates were. All the pack members were there, their fur shining under the bright

er wolves turned into strong, powerful beings, she stayed stuck in a weak, half-formed body. To t

just maybe, she would find a true mate. So

s presence overwhelming. His storm-gray eyes looked over the crowd. Every female wol

swallow

was always a special moment-two souls coming together, creating a bond that was power

dn't bel

hyrion wa

r sparked. Hope flickered. Maybe fate hadn't th

ep forward, she tri

cut h

N

rd hit Nyxara

chest. Zephyrion's stormy gray eye

said, his voice empty. "

s shatte

olves. Murmurs began, filled w

quivered. "But

yrion interrupted,

want a mat

s crushed

ll and beautiful, she stood next to Zephyrion with a cruel smile on her face. Her plati

would choose someone like you?"

. An error the Moon Goddes

mach turned

surroun

t she coul

path

nts a mate

the reality crashing down on her

away, making hi

like a frayed rope, leavin

e wanted to do was run, scream, or beg him to take back what he said. B

is expression warm. It was a l

ust for Nyxara. You're nothing, lit

, but she refused to let them fall. S

ursed her. Now, she ha

ness, the cruel wind howling. It seemed

s of laughter and whispers from the pack echoed in her mind, each one cutting into her heart

be. It was not just about losing a mate. It was about the publi

eminded her of it her whole life. But for one tiny mo

n mate had stomp

she covered her mouth, trying to

ghostly figures reaching for her. Shadows stretched across the fo

nd. Pain shot through her palms as they scraped against

t the dirt, tears threatening to spill.

e, no mate, an

one would even not

family left. Her parents had died a long time ago, leaving her on her

complete

heard a rustle

senses kicking in. She wasn't like the oth

a shadow moving

se quic

gu