Desperate for peace, I left the pack house and wandered to a nearby town. There, I found refuge in an inn that catered exclusively to she-wolves. It was a sanctuary, a place where I could momentarily escape the crushing weight of my regrets.
As I lay on the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling, memories flooded my mind. I reflected on the past, each regret a painful reminder of what I had sacrificed. Amidst my reverie, a mind link broke through my thoughts.
"My daughter..." It was my mother's voice, the Moon Goddess, filled with the familiar blend of love and concern. She had always been my guiding light, warning me, and advising me. And yet, here I was, steeped in remorse and sorrow.
Her voice was a balm to my wounded spirit, a reminder that despite my mistakes, I was not alone. But it also served as a stark reminder of the price I had paid for my choices, a burden I would carry with me always...
Flashback
It was my 18th birthday, a monumental occasion for every wolf of our kind.
"Are you excited to find out who your mate is?" asked my mother, the Moon Goddess, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and concern.