“These bracelets are common,” I replied calmly. “If you like it, I can give you this one.”
There is no sense in wearing this bracelet anymore. I am my own person, my pack, and a mateless Luna.
Fiona didn’t respond, her eyes narrowing slightly. The tension in the room thickened, but I felt nothing but a sense of finality. This was the last time I’d let them both play their little games.
I strode out of the packhouse, feeling the cool night air hit my face, and without a second thought, I ripped off the bracelet I’d worn for seven years. The symbol of a connection that had once meant everything was now worthless—a mere token of a bond long shattered. I tossed it into the nearest trash bin, its clink echoing in the hollow silence.
The next day, there was a pack meeting held in a provincial area of our territory. Ethan told me to come with him because it was mandatory for Luna to come with her Alpha.
As I waited for the elevator to arrive, my phone buzzed in my pocket. The name “Mom” flashed on the screen.
"Skylar, did you get your ticket home yet?" Her voice was steady, but I could hear the underlying concern.