Even after the truth of my lineage came out—how I, not Farah, was the true daughter of the Snowland Pack Luna—my family had chosen to protect Farah’s image instead. She was the perfect one, the precious one. And I… I seemed like the shameful result of a mistake, despite being born from the true Luna. I was the humiliation when it was Farah who was born out of our father’s mistake.
They let Farah return to Ethan like nothing had changed when she came back to the pack. I didn’t even know what happened to her and her fated mates. One day, she just came back again, wanting to take everything from me.
And Ethan? He didn’t even try to hide it anymore. He stopped coming home some nights. He started whispering to her in corners. I overheard him one night, when he thought I was asleep, say to Farah, “I never loved Ivy. She was just someone to fill the space you left behind.”
That was the moment I stopped hoping.
I opened my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t used in two years. It rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“…Ivy?”
“Alpha,” I said, my voice steady. “I need you to come get me out of Foreland Pack. I’ll be ready once the elder confirms everything is finalized.”