My father’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Then may the Goddess have mercy on his soul.”
The call ended, but my heart was thundering.
Seven days. In seven days, I would no longer be Luna of Moonshadow Pack. In seven days, I would no longer be Alpha Jeremiah Clinton’s wife.
I looked out toward the horizon again. The crimson sun had sunk completely now, swallowed by night. The first silver light of the moon shimmered over the plains, reflecting in my eyes.
My wolf stirred, her fury matching my own. They think we’re broken, she growled. They think we’ll crawl away in silence.
“No,” I whispered. “We’ll make them remember who I am.”
Zera’s POV
My room smelled faintly of lavender and dust, the scent of a home that no longer felt like mine.
The sun had barely risen when I began to pack. I folded dresses that had once made me feel beautiful, pressed down coats that still carried Jeremiah’s scent, and stacked the life I’d built here into neat, fragile piles. Every movement was deliberate, mechanical.
Seven days. That’s all I had before I walked out of Moonshadow Pack for good.