I sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring the scrolls that kept coming. Each one congratulated me. “May your union with Damon be blessed.” “Wishing you a joyful mating ceremony, Lyria.” Forced words, nothing more. I didn’t care.

The communicator went off too.

I had never wanted this. Damon, the ceremony, none of it. At least not anymore.

Another knock at the door broke my thoughts.

"Lyria," came a small voice. It was one of the younger Omegas from the pack. She had the nerve to be nervous, despite being the one to deliver this message. "The ceremony will take place in the Silver Moon Temple, my lady. You should go ahead before the others arrive. Everything’s almost ready."

I gave a quick nod without looking up. "Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

She bowed, and I could hear her leave. I stood up, walking over to the window and looking out at the forest. The Silver Moon Temple was just beyond the trees, where Damon and I were supposed to unite. I had been there as a child, playing with Lilith. But now? It didn’t feel the same. I wasn’t the same.

Lilith became the light and I was reduced to a shadow that followed her behind.

She was everywhere, taking blessings from the elders on my behalf alongside Damon. But none of that mattered. What they do no longer matter to me.

I left the room and walked through the packhouse, avoiding everyone’s eyes. The scents of fresh flowers and pine filled the air as I made my way to the temple. The path was lined with large stone columns, but there was no warmth in it. No happiness.

“This is one of the biggest ceremony happening in this territory”

“And it's the Alpha adopted daughter and the territories best warriors”

The sounds of the workers setting up the decorations didn’t even register. The paintings of Damon and me smiling down at the altar? I didn’t care. They felt like they belonged to someone else.

“May the moon goddess bless our wolves. May their bond last”

I arrived early. The others were still on their way, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted to escape the reality of it all for just a moment. The clearing was filled with white roses, candles, and golden ribbons. Everything was perfect, just like it was supposed to be. But none of it mattered.

The sound of approaching footsteps made me turn around. My mother, the Luna, walked toward me, her eyes giving way to her anger.

“Lyria,” she said sharply, her voice echoing with authority “What are you doing here? The ceremony isn’t supposed to start yet.”

“I’m just waiting,” I replied, my voice flat. I didn’t want to argue with her. It wasn’t worth it.

I was never in a position to voice my point no matter what.

She looked around at the ruined decorations, the ones I’d destroyed in a fit of frustration. The ribbons I had ripped, the flowers I’d thrown on the ground. I couldn’t stand the sight of it all, the life they wanted me to live.

“Take these down,” I roared to the young wolf attending to the decorations earlier. My voice was steady, cold.

She blinked, confused, but nodded. “Of course, my Lady”

“Why did you listen to her? And what are you watching that Lyria tore this off?” The Luna asked, not sparing me a glance.

“Luna. We couldn't stop her” One of them bowed, her voice shaking.

“Her wolf took over,” Another wolf added. The Luna dismissed them, not waiting for more explanation before pulling me closer.

“Mother…”

She scoffed. “You’re about to be mated to the future Alpha of this pack. You need to start acting like it. A Luna must be calm, composed, and mature - I have taught you countless time. Not a rebellious pup throwing tantrums.”

I clenched my fists but said nothing.

She slapped me hard across the face. “How dare you ruin the decorations! How dare you ruin the day that was meant to bring honor to this family”

My wolf gave a low growl. I sighed, my vision blurry.

I didn’t flinch. Her slap burned, but I wouldn’t show it.

“The ceremony should have been for Lilith and Damon, not for you,” she sneered. “You’ve been nothing but a disappointment. Lilith was always the perfect one. Look at her, always doing everything right!”

I shook my head, not caring. The pain in my chest had become numb.

She took out a velvet pouch from her belt and opened it, revealing a set of pearls. “Here, Lyria. This was meant to be yours. I saved it for your special day.”

I stared at the pearls. I had begged for them once when I was a little girl, dreaming of wearing them at my mating ceremony since I couldn't get them then. Even when I followed all instructions and got punished instead.

But now, they meant nothing.

This necklace. I remembered it all too well. Mother had gifted it to Lilith on her fifth birthday. I’d admired it so much, and Mother had promised to give it to me when I turned ten. But that promise never came. Lilith wore it proudly, and I was left with nothing.

Now, after all these years, she thought giving it to me would make up for everything?

These were for you, Lyria. The gift you begged for as a child. You said you’d wear them on your mating day.” Her voice was full of disappointment, but also something else—resentment. “But look at you now. You don’t deserve them.”

“I don’t want them,” I said, my voice soft but firm.

Her eyes widened, and she shoved the pearls into my hands. “Don’t be ridiculous. Take them, Lyria. They’re yours. They should’ve been yours from the start. But, no, you can’t even appreciate what’s given to you. You’ve always been so ungrateful.”

I looked at the pearls for a long moment. They felt cold in my hands, like everything else.

I didn’t care about the pearls anymore.

“Take them, Lyria,” she urged, holding them out. “You’ve always wanted them.”

I looked at them, then at her. “I don’t want them,” I said, my voice firm.

“What? But you begged for them!” Her voice was filled with disbelief. The old lyria never talked back at her.

I turned away from her without saying anything else. I walked toward the altar’s fire, the one that burned brightly in front of the decorations. My steps were slow, calculated.

“Lyria,” my mother called, but I didn’t stop.

“Luna, the Alpha sent for you immediately” A messenger wolf pulled her along. I didn’t turn to see her leaving.

I stood by the fire, holding the pearls tightly in my hand. I looked at them for a long moment.

And then, without a word, I threw them into the flames.

The pearls twisted and melted in the fire, the light flickering across their once-beautiful surface. The heat of the flames felt good against my skin, almost like it was burning away everything I no longer wanted.

I turned around, my back to the fire, and walked back toward those that were re-decorating the designs I destroyed. The head of the wolves that handled the wolves saw the whole pearls go into fire.

She stared at me in shock, her lips parted. “What have you done?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“I don’t need them,” I said quietly. “I don’t need any of this.”

“Is that why you destroyed that Pearl? Those pearls are from the moon goddess and it would strengthen this bond. No warrior mate do without it. Its an abomination “

“Its too late now for the lectures. Do you work and leave to attend your pups. Tell them I am rewriting history”

Her face twisted in anger. “You’ve ruined everything, Lyria! You’ve ruined the ceremony, the pack’s reputation, everything!

“Keep shut. When you want to do your own ceremony, don't burn yours”

Her face reddened, and her hands clenched at her sides. “You’ll regret this one day,” she said, her voice bitter.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t care.

I turned and walked away, the sound of her voice fading behind me. There was nothing left for me here. I wasn’t going to follow the path they set out for me. This was my life, and I would choose my own way.

I didn’t need her leftovers.

As I walked back to Damon’s cabin and settked down, the communicator bljnked. A message from Lilith.

“Wishing you a happy mating ceremony, Lyria. May you always be happy and I am sorry for everything “

I stared at the words, wondering how Lilith learned to be good at pretende. Lilith, the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the one who had stolen everything from me—including Damon.

Especially Danon.

I called in an Omega from the outside to go deliver message to Lilith.

“Thank you for your blessing, Lilith. By the way, I got you a gift. You’ll receive it tomorrow.”

I said the words, one after the other.

“Is that what I should say to her?” She asked.

The corners of my lips curled into a bitter smile. “Yes” Before dismissing her.

The gift I had for her would arrive right when the ceremony began. Perfect timing.

That night, Damon's cabin was quiet. Damon and I weren’t allowed to see each other before the ceremony, which made it easier for me to slip away.

I packed my things, shoving clothes and essentials into a bag. My fingers brushed against the model ship I had saved for months to buy. I smiled faintly. The real one would be waiting for me at the harbor.

Before leaving, I scheduled a message to be sent to the entire pack.

“Sorry, Damon and I have canceled our mating ceremony. Please attend Damon and Lilith’s ceremony instead.”

I attached a series of evidence I had taken of Damon and Lilith together. They were careless, meeting in secret so often that catching them was easy. The world would see the truth tomorrow.

I stepped outside, the cold night air biting my skin. The forest was dark, but the scent of the sea guided me. Half an hour later, I stood on the dock, staring at the massive ship before me.

“Jareth said I should bid you farewell” The wolf at the entrance smiled.

I glanced over my shoulder, the wind carrying the faint howl of wolves in the distance.

“Take me somewhere far away,” I said.

“ Where not even you can find me”

I stood by the shore, watching the big, dark ship float on the water. It looked like magic, so shiny and cool under the moon. I smiled because I knew it was special.

I couldn't help but admire it. The ship was a marvel — not just for its design, but for its purpose.

"Isn't it great?" I said to the wolf standing behind me. He was big and strong, his blue eyes glowing in the night.

The wolf gave a small, proud grin. "It’s not just great, my lady. It's clever. Jareth’s ship. It hides from every wolf."

"Hides? From every wolf? I thought Jareth was only words. It better be true" I asked, looking closer at the ship. “How?”

“You doubted Jareth?” He asked.

“You know, Jareth wasn’t lying,” I said softly, watching the ship sail farther away. “This is brilliant.”

The wolf snorted, his voice deep and resonant, not like any ordinary wolf. There was something ancient about the way he spoke. “You think so? It took an Alpha’s ingenuity to make it work. Not all wolves would have thought of a ship as a refuge.”

“An untraceable refuge,” I added, turning to him with a wry smile. “That’s the part that impressed me. Jareth really went all out.”

The wolf’s blue eyes glowed with something akin to pride. “Of course. He always thinks ahead. This ship is not just any ship, my lady. It’s a ship of the wild rivers, hidden in the uncharted territories where no pack dares venture. Fully stocked with provisions, enchanted to evade detection. Once you set sail, no wolf—Alpha, Beta, or rogue—will be able to find you.”

“Jareth’s exact words” I nodded.

I tilted my head, fascinated by his words. “How does it work? I mean, how does it evade detection? Surely there’s no magic strong enough to hide it from every wolf.”

“Oh, there’s magic, alright. But not the kind you’re thinking of,” the wolf said with a knowing gleam in his eye.

“It’s a blend of old-world magic and the newest, most... unconventional enchantments. Jareth isn’t just hiding it from the wolves; he’s hiding it from the very land itself. The ship’s hull is coated with a mixture of Riverstone and Ghostwood. Makes it undetectable by any wolf, no matter how strong their senses are. And that’s not all. It’s enchanted with a bit of shadow magic, too. The ship, as long as it stays in motion, will appear to be... well, nothing. Like it’s not even there.”

I gasped. "Wow! It can’t even be smelled by wolves?”

"Nope, in simpler words…" the wolf said, his tail swishing. “ Jareth added something extra—shadow magic. So, the ship is like... it’s there, but it’s not. The wolves can’t see it. It’s like a secret, hidden from the world.”

I stared at the ship, completely blown away. “So, it’s like it’s gone?”

"Yes, but it’s still there," the wolf said. “It’s just... hiding. It’s like it’s in a different world. As long as the ship keeps moving, no wolf can find it.”

I looked at the wolf, still in shock. “I didn’t know magic could do all that.”

The wolf nodded. “Magic can do a lot of things if you know how. Jareth’s smart. He thought of everything. But remember, it’s only safe for now. No magic lasts forever.”

I felt a little nervous. "You think wolves will find it later?”

“By that time, you would have reached the land of no return, dear one”

Then the wolf concentrated on the ship while my mind wandered.

I stood by the water, the moon shining down on me. I took everything I had from him, the things that were supposed to connect us. His ring, the necklace, everything that tied me to him. I threw it all into the sea, one piece after another. The water swallowed them up, and I smiled.

Why hadn’t I run away sooner? I kept asking myself. I should’ve left when I first saw the lies, when I first knew I wasn’t his only one.

The ship was far now, and I could almost hear them calling for me. Damon would start looking for me soon. He would panic, and Lilith, too, she’d start running around trying to find me wanting to blame me yet again They didn’t know where I was, and they wouldn’t know for a while.

I laughed softly to myself.

"Let them look. Let them run," I whispered, feeling free. "I’m done with all this."

A breeze blew by, and I turned away from the sea. The world felt lighter, like I could finally breathe again.

I knew they’d find out soon. They’d start shouting my name, running this way and that, not knowing where I’d gone. But I wasn’t coming back. I didn’t belong in their world anymore.

I smiled, the kind of smile that said it all.

The howl of the wind outside echoed through the room in the ship, pulling me from my restless sleep. It wasn’t the sound of the wind, though—it was the call. The call of the pack. Alpha’s pack. The voice of his mother rang loud in my ears, even in my sleep.

“Damon! Where is she? The ceremony is about to start. I can’t reach Lyria!” Her words were laced with panic, calling out to him like a wolf howling for its mate.

“This pup is really ungrateful. Very. Despite the love, she failed to see it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face in the soft pillow that came with sailing this ship, trying to block out the sound. But the voices wouldn’t stop. I could hear their concern, their confusion, all wrapped up in the tension of the moment.

I heard Damon’s voice next, soft and calm as he tried to reassure her. “It’s fine, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ll get her. She’s just—” He paused, a moment of doubt creeping into his tone. “I’ll call her again.”

But as he spoke, another voice entered my mind—Lilith. Her presence felt close, almost tangible, like a shadow in this big room.

“Damon,” she murmured, her voice sweet but laced with something else. “Will you still love me after you mate with my sister?”

“Lyria doesn't deserve you. You are just doing her a favour”

Her words hit me hard, and I couldn’t help but hear the quiet plea in her voice, the desperation she must have felt. I knew she was trying to be seductive, trying to keep Damon’s attention, but it only made my heart twist in disgust.

“She couldn’t even wait fir the surprise” My wolf growled.

Damon’s voice was low and affectionate as he responded. “Of course, Lilith. Everything I’m doing is for you.” His words should have comforted me, but they felt empty. Cold.

I could hear their movements, the rustle of sheets as they shifted in bed, the sound of Damon pulling her closer. I wanted to scream. I wanted to lash out at him. But I couldn’t. I was too far away.

Even if I wasn't far away, it still wouldn't have changed a thing. They did It multiple times under my nose.

I stayed still, my mind whirling with the weight of it all. I didn’t belong in that life anymore. Not with Damon, not with his pack. I was just a tool to them, something to be used and thrash.

And in that moment, I knew. I was done.

The tension was heavy around me as I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets. I could still hear their voices, their words, ringing in my mind. But something else was gnawing at me—something darker, something primal.

The wolf inside me stirred, not accepting the thoughts of Damon and Lilith filling my mind. My skin prickled, and my heart beat faster as I heard Damon’s call once more.

“Lyria, where are you? Please, answer me…”