I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over Ryan's latest text: 'Come with me to Europe this summer. We can tour the packs together before school starts.'

My wolf, Sarah, growled inside me. *He's trying to buy your forgiveness with a vacation.*

The betrayal of his academy choice still felt like an open wound. For years, I had molded myself around Ryan Mitchell—dimming my light so he could shine brighter, sacrificing my potential to ensure our paths aligned. And for what? So he could choose Luna Torres over me at the first opportunity?

'No,' I whispered, both to Ryan's text and to the life I'd been living. With trembling fingers, I typed my response: 'I'm taking a gap year. I need to focus on my training.'

I hit send before I could change my mind. Almost immediately, three dots appeared as he typed his response, but I switched off my phone and tossed it onto my bed. Whatever manipulation he was crafting, I didn't want to hear it.

*We're stronger than this*, Sarah whispered inside me. *We've always been stronger than he knew.*

That night, I made a decision. If I was going to forge my own path, I needed to reclaim the power I'd willingly surrendered. I needed to become the wolf I was meant to be, not the one Ryan expected me to be.

The next morning, I headed to the pack's training grounds before dawn. The field was empty except for a lone figure executing perfect combat forms against a training dummy. His movements were fluid yet powerful, each strike precise. I recognized him vaguely—Ethan Carter, a Beta from the neighboring Cedar Ridge Pack.

I hesitated at the edge of the field, suddenly self-conscious. My Delta status felt like a brand of inadequacy.

'You're up early,' he called, pausing mid-strike. His russet-brown hair was damp with exertion, and his eyes—a warm amber—assessed me without judgment.

'I need to train,' I said, lifting my chin. 'Really train this time.'

Something in his expression shifted, as though he understood exactly what I meant. 'You held back at the ceremony.'

It wasn't a question. Heat rushed to my cheeks.

'Everyone saw it,' he continued, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. 'Your wolf is stronger than you let on.'

'How would you know?' I challenged, crossing my arms.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth. 'Because I've been watching you, Sophia Williams.'

The way he said my name sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. It wasn't the proprietary way Ryan said it, as though I belonged to him. Ethan said it with respect, like my name itself carried weight.

'I can help you train,' he offered, tossing me a practice staff. 'If you're serious about it.'

I caught the staff with one hand, surprised at my own reflexes. 'Why would you help me?'

He shrugged, but there was nothing casual about the intensity in his eyes. 'Let's just say I believe in helping wolves reach their potential. Especially when others try to dim their light.'

The training was brutal. By midday, every muscle in my body screamed in protest. Ethan was a demanding teacher, pushing me beyond what I thought were my limits.

'Again,' he commanded after I'd failed to block his attack for the fifth time.

'I can't,' I gasped, doubled over with my hands on my knees.

'You can,' he insisted. 'Your wolf can. Stop fighting her and work with her.'

Frustration boiled over. 'I'm trying!'

'No, you're thinking like a Delta because that's what he made you believe you are.' Ethan's voice softened. 'Close your eyes. Feel Sarah's strength. She's been waiting for you to embrace her.'

I closed my eyes, reaching inward to where my wolf paced restlessly. *I'm sorry I held us back*, I told her. *Show me what we can do.*

Sarah's response was immediate—a surge of power that straightened my spine and steadied my breathing. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was watching me with a smile.

'There she is,' he said quietly. 'Now, let's try again.'

I raised the staff, moving with a confidence I'd never allowed myself to feel before. But as I shifted my weight, my ankle twisted, sending me crashing to the ground.

Ethan was at my side in an instant, his concern genuine. 'That's enough for today. You're pushing too hard.'

'I need to be better,' I insisted, fighting back tears of frustration.

'You will be,' he promised, helping me to my feet. 'But strength isn't built in a day, Sophia. It takes time... and the right partner.'

As he supported me off the field, I caught a scent I hadn't noticed before—pine and rain, clean and comforting. It was nothing like Ryan's cedar and musk, yet something about it made Sarah stir with interest.

*Don't even think about it*, I warned her. *We're not ready to trust anyone again.*

But as Ethan's hand steadied me, warm against my waist, I wondered if Sarah might be wiser than I was willing to admit.

I scrolled through Instagram with masochistic determination, each new photo feeling like a knife twisting in my chest. Ryan and Luna in Paris. Ryan and Luna in Rome. Ryan and Luna in Barcelona. Their European pack tour—the one he'd invited me to join—had become a parade of intimate moments captured in filtered perfection.

The latest post showed them at sunset on the Amalfi Coast, Luna wearing a flowing white dress that caught the breeze, Ryan's arms wrapped possessively around her waist. His caption read: 'Some connections are written in the stars.'

I threw my phone across the room with a strangled cry, Sarah howling in anguish inside me.

'Careful there, tiger,' a voice said from my doorway. 'Those things aren't cheap.'

I looked up to find Ethan leaning against my doorframe, his amber eyes filled with concern. After three weeks of training together, he'd become a fixture in my life—the only person who seemed to understand what I was going through without pitying me.

'Sorry,' I mumbled, wiping at my eyes. 'Just having a moment.'

He crossed the room and retrieved my phone, glancing at the screen before handing it back. 'Ah. The European adventure.'

'I'm pathetic, aren't I?' I asked, taking the phone and forcing myself to look at the image again. 'Still torturing myself over someone who clearly doesn't—'

My words died in my throat as I noticed something I'd missed before. Around Luna's neck hung a delicate silver chain with a moonstone pendant—identical to the one Ryan had given me on my sixteenth birthday.

'What is it?' Ethan asked, noticing my sudden stillness.

'That necklace,' I whispered, zooming in on the photo. 'He told me it was one-of-a-kind. That he'd had it specially made because it reminded him of my eyes.'

Ethan sat beside me on the bed, close enough that his comforting scent of pine and rain washed over me. 'Some guys are just full of lines.'

'No, it's more than that.' Something was clicking into place in my mind—a pattern I'd been too blind to see. 'Every gift he ever gave me... I think he bought in pairs.'

Ethan's brow furrowed. 'What do you mean?'

'I need to check something.'

I jumped up and raced to my closet, pulling out a box I'd kept hidden at the back. Inside were all the gifts Ryan had given me over the years—the moonstone necklace, a leather-bound journal, a silver bracelet with a wolf charm. I laid them out on my bed, memories flooding back with each item.

'Look at these,' I said, pulling up Ryan's social media and scrolling back through months of photos. 'This bracelet he gave me for Christmas—Luna has the exact same one in this photo from February. And this journal—there's Luna with an identical one.'

Ethan's eyes darkened. 'That's... calculated.'

'He's been playing us both,' I said, the realization burning through me like acid. 'For how long? Months? Years?'

Sarah's rage surged through me, and for the first time, I didn't try to contain it. I grabbed the box and stormed out of my room, down the stairs, and straight out the back door into the woods behind our house. Ethan followed silently as I pushed deeper into the forest, my breathing ragged, my vision blurring with tears.

When I reached a small clearing, I stopped and hurled the box against a tree. It splintered, scattering its contents across the forest floor.

'I HATE HIM!' I screamed, my voice echoing through the trees. Birds scattered from the canopy above, startled by the sudden outburst.

The emotion was too much. I felt my control slipping, my body responding to Sarah's demand to break free. My bones began to shift, pain shooting through me as my wolf fought to emerge.

'Sophia,' Ethan said calmly, stepping closer. 'Breathe. You're safe here.'

'I can't—' I gasped, dropping to my knees as the transformation took hold. 'Sarah's too strong—'

'Then don't fight her,' Ethan said, kneeling beside me. 'Let her run. Let her feel what you're feeling.'

I looked into his eyes, finding nothing but acceptance there. No judgment, no fear—just steady support.

'I'll stay right here,' he promised. 'Go.'

With those words, I surrendered to the shift, allowing Sarah to take control. The pain gave way to release as my human form melted into my wolf. I was larger than I remembered, my silver coat gleaming in the dappled sunlight. I threw back my head and howled—a sound of pain, of rage, but also of liberation.

Then I ran, faster than I ever had before, letting the forest blur around me as Sarah's strength flowed through our shared body. Each stride carried away a piece of the hurt, each breath cleared my mind a little more.

I wasn't just running from Ryan's betrayal—I was running toward something new. Something that felt, for the first time in years, like it might be mine alone to discover.

Behind me, in the distance, I heard another howl answer mine—deep and resonant, carrying a promise I wasn't yet ready to acknowledge but couldn't entirely ignore.