And with that, I severed the mind link, not caring about his reaction, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he might come up with.
The truth was, I had grown to hate this place—this pack, this life. But more than that, I hated myself for still clinging to the remnants of what should have been. For still caring, still hoping that he might one day choose me. Yet even as I spoke those words, even as I declared my intent to end our bond, fear crept in.
What would I do if I left? Returning to the Bloodmoon Pack felt impossible—how could I face them after failing so spectacularly? They all expected me to be living the perfect life of a Luna, not this miserable existence where I was little more than a shadow in my own home.
I stood up abruptly, pushing the half-eaten cake away, and made my way to the kitchen. The maids tried to help, but I waved them off, packing up the untouched dishes myself.