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I was born different.
My soul held two "Soul-Sparks," a gift from the Moon Goddess.
It was the only thing that made the pack elders, and my Alpha, Damien, look at me twice.
Because his childhood friend, Seraphina, an important she-wolf in our pack, was fading. An old shadow curse was weakening her wolf spirit.
The elders decided that I, as Damien's fated mate, with my rare twin Soul-Sparks, could give one up to keep Seraphina alive.
Later, Damien and I mated. The moonlight saw our vows.
He used to be my only star, the one who saved me from the loneliness of being an outsider in my own birth pack.
I thought he'd be different from those elders who only cared about my gift.
But when Seraphina's curse got worse, he got obsessed. In that hard Alpha voice no one questions, he demanded I give up one of my Soul-Sparks.
But he didn't know I’d already given up a Soul-Spark once.
The other half of its bond was already in his own burning chest.

Luna’s Last Gift

A small piece of moonstone was tied to it. We’d found it together under the moonlight, right after I became his mate.


Damien grabbed the wolf's hand, his grip so tight it nearly crushed the bones. "This bracelet! Where did you get it?!" he roared, sounding like a wounded beast.


The wolf he’d grabbed was an old she-wolf in charge of clearing debris.


She’d slipped it off my wrist, thinking it was pretty, and kept it for herself.


Seeing the raw Alpha fury in Damien, the old wolf was terrified and didn't dare lie. "I… I took it from a dead young she-wolf. She… she was thrown into the ravine."


Hearing this, Damien squeezed her hand even tighter. "Her body! Where is it?!"


The old wolf's wrist made a sickening crunching sound from the pressure. "Long… long gone… The carrion wolves in the ravine… they would have eaten her… Bones… probably can't even find the bones… Who knows where her ashes are now?"


Chapter 8