The pack felt it like a weight pressing against their chests, the pain rippling through their bond with him.
Each member stilled in their movements, ears pricked as they listened to the raw anguish of their leader.
Inside their homes and shelters, the wolves turned their gazes to the sky, their hearts heavy with sorrow.
They knew the truth—the alpha’s mate, his fated other half, was rejecting him.
And no matter how strong Adolphus was, no wolf could bear the breaking of that sacred bond without it leaving deep scars on their soul.
Elder wolves whispered quiet prayers to the moon, asking for guidance, for healing, for a way to mend what was broken between their alpha and his mate.
They knew that if she continued to reject him, there was little they could do to comfort him or his wolf.
The bond wasn’t just emotional; it was spiritual, etched into the core of who they were.