Mended

The night she was rejected, the moon did not shine the way it was supposed to.

It hung low over the forest like a silent witness, pale and distance, as if even it could not bear to look directly at what was unfolding beneath its light. The clearing was too quiet for something so devastating. No howling wind. No rustling leaves. Just the stillness before a life was irreparably altered.

She stood at the center of it all.

Her name had once been spoken with pride in her pack —softly, reverently, as if it carried weight. Now it felt like something that didn't belong to her anymore. Her hands trembled at her sides, though she tried to still them. She would not beg. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.

Her fated mate stood a few paces away, his expression carved into something cold and distance. He did not look like the boy the boy who had once brushed his shoulder against hers in passing, or the man who had once lingered seconds too long when their eyes met. He looked like an Alpha now. And Alphas did not hesitate when they had made up their minds.

"You are not what I need," he said.

The words were simple. Clean. Almost polite.

But they landed like a blade.

Something in her chest cracked—not loudly, not dramatically, but not in a quiet, suffocating way that made it hard to breath afterwards. She waited for him to continued. For hesitation. For anger. For anything that would make this feel less like she had been erased.

There was none.

Behind him, members of the pack watched. Some with pity that they did not bother to hide. Some with relief, as if her rejection had freed them from an inconvenience they had long endured. No one stepped forward. No one spoke for her. The silence of her pack was louder than an insult.

She had thought the bond would mean something when it revealed itself.

Her mate exhaled, as though even standing there was a burden he was eager to release. "The bond was a mistake," he said, and this time his gaze flickered away from hers as if even he could not fully withstand the truth of what he was doing. "I break it."

The bonds snapped inside her like something alive being torn apart.

Pain—raw and sudden—ripped through her body, forcing her knees to buckle. She caught herself before she fell completely, fingers digging in the the earth as if she could anchored herself to something real. But the world no longer felt stable. Even the air seemed wrong, too thin to hold her grief.

She refused to make a sound.

Gathering all the strength in her body she stand up straight. The life drained from her eyes as she look at the man who was for her. The biggest mistake of her life.

He turn to walk away when her voice stopped him. Cold and detached. Her eyes turned a bright gold and power she has never felt before coursed through her body.

"Ethan Cole."

Gasps echoed around the clearing. The voice that comes out of her was not her own.

"For your insolence you will suffer. You've broken the most sacred law and now you will be punished for it. Your lineage ends here."

What happened after was a distant memory for her.