On the fourth day, a sudden wave of nausea swept over me, like the poison I’d felt at the Alpha gathering. My knees buckled, and the room spun until darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke, I was back in my Luna room. The nausea had faded, but my vision was still blurry. A figure sat quietly beside me.
Ethan.
He looked guilty—but not remorseful. “Don’t do it again,” he said quietly. “Or the punishment will be worse.”
His words were poison, but I didn’t respond.
He stood and headed for the door. “We have visitors. The Alpha of Nightshade Pack.”
As he left, I realized someone else was there. Alpha Vincent.
My heart twisted in a strange way I didn’t understand. I knew it was time.
I looked down at my hand and saw the ring on my finger—the symbol of everything I was losing. With a shaky breath, I slid it off and tossed it out the window.
I felt weak—so weak. Ethan’s neglect, his betrayal, his cruelty had drained me of everything.
I gathered what little strength I had left and packed my things: the end-of-marriage agreement, the letter stepping down as Luna, my diary filled with years of pain and hope—all wrapped in a neat package, my farewell gift to Ethan.
Then, I placed the house key on the dining table and erased every trace of myself from his life.
