I stumbled back to my chambers, the weight of public humiliation crushing me with each step. The corridors of the pack house seemed endless, the whispers following me like shadows. When I finally slammed my door shut, I collapsed against it, sliding to the floor as my legs gave way.

Luna howled inside me, a sound so raw and anguished that it tore through my chest. I pressed my fist against my mouth to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. The physical pain of rejection clawed at my insides, my wolf thrashing against the cage of my ribs.

*He left us,* Luna whimpered. *Before everyone. Like we were nothing.*

"We are nothing to him," I whispered, the truth of it burning my throat. "We never were."

I curled into myself on the cold floor, letting the tears come until exhaustion finally pulled me into darkness.

---

Morning light filtered through the curtains, harsh and unforgiving. I hadn't moved to the bed, my body stiff from sleeping on the floor. As I forced myself up, voices drifted through my partially open window—pack members gathered in the courtyard below.

"...obsessed with finding her for years now," a female voice said, barely above a whisper. "Some she-wolf from the Northern Territories."

I froze, my hand halfway to the window to close it.

"Poor Luna Claire," another replied. "To be mated to an Alpha whose wolf won't even acknowledge her because he's chasing a ghost."

"I heard he's commissioned trackers from three different packs to find this mystery woman."

"Elder Rowan says the Moon Goddess will punish such disrespect of the mate bond."

Their voices faded as they moved away, but their words remained, confirming what I'd discovered in Nathan's drawer. The sketches, the maps, the obsessive notes—all for another woman while I withered in the shadows of his indifference.

I dressed mechanically, forcing myself to face the day. My reflection looked hollow, dark circles shadowing eyes that had lost their spark. I pulled my hair back severely, as if I could also tie away the pain.

The dining hall fell silent as I entered. I kept my chin high, ignoring the stares as I took my place at the table. Nathan's seat remained empty—no surprise there. Beta Ethan was also absent, likely handling whatever "urgent matter" had drawn his brother away from our ceremony.

I reached for a piece of toast, my appetite nonexistent but determined to maintain appearances. From the corner of the room, snickering reached my ears.

"Look at her, acting like she's still Luna when everyone knows she's been rejected," an Omega named Trent stage-whispered to his two companions.

"The rejected mate," another one—Darren—replied with a smirk. "Wonder how long before Alpha Nathan makes it official and finds his real Luna?"

"Probably already has her lined up," the third added. "I heard she's got silver-gray fur and smells like wild roses."

Their laughter cut through me like glass. My cheeks burned as I set down my untouched toast, the room suddenly spinning. Without a word, I rose from the table and walked out, my back straight even as my vision blurred with unshed tears.

I didn't stop until I reached the forest edge, the scent of pine and earth welcoming me as I broke into a run. The farther I got from the pack house, the more Luna pushed against my human form, desperate to break free.

"Not yet," I gasped, pushing deeper into the woods. "Not until we're alone."

When I reached a clearing surrounded by towering pines, I finally surrendered. The shift rippled through me—bones cracking, muscles stretching, skin giving way to fur. The physical pain was a blessed distraction from the emotional torment.

As a wolf, I ran. I ran until my lungs burned and my paws bled, until the sun shifted in the sky and shadows lengthened across the forest floor. Luna's consciousness merged with mine in our shared form, our grief a singular howl that echoed through the trees.

I was so lost in our pain that I didn't sense the danger until it was almost too late. A low growl from behind was my only warning before a massive rogue wolf launched itself at me, teeth bared for my throat.

Instinct took over. I twisted away, narrowly avoiding the killing bite. The rogue—a mangy male with a scarred face—circled me, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger and something worse.

*Fight!* Luna snarled inside me, her anguish transforming into rage.

I lunged forward, my jaws snapping at the rogue's flank. He was bigger, but I was faster, fueled by a day's worth of humiliation and a year's worth of rejection. My claws tore into his side as he tried to pin me, drawing first blood.

The metallic scent filled my nostrils as I snarled, a sound so vicious it surprised even me. All the pain Nathan had caused, all the public shame—I channeled it into each strike, each bite.

The rogue seemed shocked by my ferocity, clearly having expected easier prey. As my teeth sank into his shoulder, something primal awakened within me—a strength I never knew I possessed.

This fight was far from over, and neither was I.

The rogue's claws raked across my flank, sending searing pain through my body. I snarled, baring my teeth as I circled him. Blood matted my silver-gray fur, but I refused to back down. This fight had become more than survival—it was the release of a year's worth of pain and humiliation.

*Don't let him get behind you!* Luna urged as I narrowly dodged another lunge.

The rogue was larger, his mangy body scarred from countless battles, but my rage made me deadly. I feinted left before snapping at his exposed throat, my teeth grazing flesh before he pulled away with a pained yelp.

A chorus of howls suddenly cut through the forest—pack warriors approaching fast. The rogue hesitated, his yellow eyes darting toward the sound. I used his momentary distraction to launch myself at him, my jaws clamping down on his shoulder with a force that surprised even me.

Blood filled my mouth as the rogue thrashed beneath me. Just as he twisted to break free, a massive brown wolf burst into the clearing, followed by four others. My grip faltered as I recognized the lead wolf's scent—pine and cedar, similar to Nathan's but warmer, earthier.

Beta Ethan.

The rogue saw his opportunity and bucked me off, sending me tumbling. Before I could regain my footing, Ethan launched himself between us, his powerful body a shield as he snarled at my attacker. The pack warriors fanned out, surrounding the rogue.

*He's protecting us,* Luna whispered, her surprise matching my own.

The rogue, realizing he was outnumbered, made a desperate lunge for the gap between two warriors. Ethan anticipated the move, cutting him off with frightening precision. Their bodies collided in a blur of teeth and claws. I didn't hesitate—I leapt forward, attacking from the opposite side. Together, Ethan and I drove the rogue back until he was cornered.

With one final, coordinated strike, Ethan went for the throat while I tore at the rogue's hind leg. The sound of breaking bone echoed through the clearing as the rogue collapsed, whimpering. Ethan's jaws closed around the rogue's neck—not to kill, but to subdue.

Two warriors shifted back to human form to restrain the now-defeated rogue. As the immediate danger passed, I became acutely aware of my injuries. My front leg throbbed where the rogue's teeth had grazed it, and my side burned from his claws.

Ethan approached slowly, his wolf's blue eyes—identical to Nathan's yet somehow warmer—assessing my wounds. He nudged me gently with his muzzle, a gesture of concern that made Luna whine softly.

*Shift back,* she urged. *We need to tend our wounds.*

I let the change take me, bones and muscles reforming until I knelt in human form, clutching my bleeding arm. Ethan shifted moments later, his naked form briefly visible before one of the warriors tossed him a pair of shorts.

"Luna Claire," he said, his voice deep but gentle as he quickly dressed. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I managed, though the gash on my arm suggested otherwise. "And it's just Claire now, isn't it? After yesterday's ceremony..."

Pain flashed across Ethan's face—not physical pain, but something deeper. "You're still Luna until a formal rejection," he said quietly, offering me his hand. "Let me help you back to the pack house."

One of the warriors approached, his expression concerned. "Beta, I'm injured as well. The rogue caught my leg before you arrived."

I noticed then that several warriors bore wounds from what must have been an earlier confrontation with the rogue. Without thinking, I straightened. "I can help. I trained with our pack's healer before the merger."

Ethan looked surprised but nodded. "Marcus, bring the healing kit from your pack."

Soon I was applying herbal poultices to the warriors' wounds, my own pain temporarily forgotten as I worked. When only Ethan and I remained, he gestured to my arm.

"Your turn," he said, taking the poultice from my hands. His fingers were surprisingly gentle as he pressed the healing herbs to my wound, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Our eyes met, and something electric passed between us.

"Thank you," I whispered, unsure if I was thanking him for the medical attention or for arriving when he did.

"You fought well," he replied, his voice low. "I've never seen someone your size take on a rogue that large."

"I had a lot of anger to work through," I admitted.

His expression softened. "Nathan was wrong to leave you yesterday. The entire pack thinks so."

The mention of Nathan broke whatever moment we'd been sharing. I pulled away, the wound on my arm nothing compared to the one in my heart.

---

That night, I couldn't sleep. My mind kept replaying the fight with the rogue, Ethan's unexpected gentleness, and beneath it all, the constant ache of Nathan's rejection. I needed answers.

The pack house was silent as I slipped from my chambers, barefoot to muffle my steps. Nathan's private wing was in the east section of the house—a place I'd rarely been welcome. The guards were absent, likely called away for some duty or another.

I followed Nathan's scent down a corridor I'd never noticed before, hidden behind a bookshelf in his study. My heart pounded as I descended a narrow staircase, emerging into a chamber that stole my breath.

Two displays dominated the room. On the left, an elaborate setup of silver candles, moon crystals, and traditional werewolf mating offerings—a proposal arrangement fit for royalty. A small card beside it read: "For my silver-eyed she-wolf, when I find you."

On the right, a stack of papers caught my eye. I moved closer, my hands trembling as I lifted the top sheet. The formal rejection document was already signed by Nathan, dated for tomorrow—my name the only blank left to fill.

My knees buckled as the truth hit me like a physical blow. Nathan had never intended to honor our bond. While I'd spent a year trying to win his love, he'd been planning to discard me the moment he found his mystery woman.

Luna howled in anguish inside me, the sound echoing in my mind as I clutched the rejection papers to my chest. In that moment, something within me hardened. The pain transformed, crystallizing into something new and dangerous.

If Nathan wanted rejection, I would give it to him—but on my terms, not his.