Chapter 2

To atone for regrets from his past life, Damon "pampered" Seraphina’s ghost relentlessly.

He collected rare moon-infused minerals for her.

When her soul wavered, he wouldn't hesitate to expend his own Alpha essence to stabilize it.

All werewolves said Seraphina's ghost was the moon of his heart.

It turns out that when the usually cold Alpha Damon truly "loved" someone,

He would show off his possession to the whole world, like a young wolf cub just learning about romance.

I didn't have time to pay much attention.

For the survival of my clan, I sold moon-blessed totems under the alias "Moonshade".

A couple days later, an elder from the werewolf council messaged saying a high-ranking Alpha had taken interest in my totems.

I never expected that person would be Damon.

At some ceremony, Seraphina's ghost had casually "praised" that my totems made her feel comfortable.

So Damon wanted to buy them all.

He had severe "germaphobia", disliking anything that might interfere with Seraphina's soul purity.

In my past life, seeing me covered in herbs and special paints used to draw totems,

He would unconsciously frown, keep his distance from me, his gaze ice-cold.

I had no choice but to seal away my talent, never drawing again from then on.Now he was allowing Seraphina's phantom to "snuggle" against him, letting that ethereal energy form touch his elegant Alpha attire.

Desperate for resources, I hesitated briefly before nodding in agreement.

Soon after, Seraphina's phantom, through Damon, "showed off" my totem on the werewolf social network.

A werewolf asked: [Miss Seraphina, could you be that mysterious totem genius 'Moonshade'?]

Seraphina's phantom conveyed a vague, smiling thought without denying it.

The werewolf social network exploded.

Countless werewolves praised her for being so talented yet "humble".

The term "phantom totem master" shot to the top of trending searches.

An elder from a powerful wolf pack, who was in negotiations with our clan, contacted me:

"Miss Elara, your totem involves unclear lineage issues. We must pause our collaboration."

"If you can't clarify this promptly, you'll need to compensate us for resources already invested, totaling 1,000 units of moonlight essence."

I felt like I'd been plunged into ice water and hurriedly explained, "I am the real 'Moonshade'!"

He sighed, "All werewolves are convinced the real 'Moonshade' is someone else. We can't risk offending a revered spirit."

I took my original totem sketches to the Council of Elders, ready to reveal the truth.On the way, I was forcibly taken to Damon's territory by a group of Black Moon Wolf Pack warriors.

When Damon saw me, a flicker of surprise and panic flashed across his brow.

"Are those totems yours?"

I looked at him with unconcealed disappointment, my voice trembling:

"So now you're planning to make me disappear completely to achieve Seraphina's 'good name'?"

Damon's resolute expression wavered.

But he quickly regained his cold demeanor.

"Seraphina dreamed of becoming a respected totem master in her lifetime. As her brother, I must support her."

A bitter feeling welled up in my heart, but I couldn't help asking:

"Do you realize that your selfish decision will completely destroy me and my clan?"

A compensation of one thousand units of moonlight essence - I truly couldn't think of any other solution besides the complete annihilation of the Moon Song Wolf Pack.

Damon impatiently interrupted.

"Elara, you nearly got Seraphina killed. This is what you owe her."

"I promise you, as long as you acknowledge Seraphina as 'Moonshade' and don't publicly slander her, I can consider completing our mate ceremony as soon as possible." He leaned in close, his low voice tinged with seduction, his fingertips barely grazing the side of my neck, sending a shiver through me.

I flatly refused: "No need."

Damon's tone turned harsh, "Think more about your parents and your people."I fought back the stinging sensation welling up in my eyes as I reluctantly signed that humiliating agreement.

Seeing my compliance, Damon finally softened his tone. His hand caressed the small of my back, pulling me closer with an undeniable force.

"I'll resolve your clan's predicament," he breathed into my ear, his whisper laden with intimacy.

I ignored him, mechanically breaking free from his touch and walking away.

A cold rain began to fall from the sky.

An opulent beast-drawn carriage, pulled by shadow leopards, raced by.

The splashing mud instantly drenched me from head to toe.

Seraphina's specter swayed smugly inside the carriage, her gaze challengingly "fixed" on me as a clear thought was transmitted.

"Partners can be replaced, but he only has one sister."

"Elara, have you figured out your place yet?"

Wanting to distance myself as quickly as possible, I said coolly:

"I won't be uniting with Damon. I wish you both happiness."

These words seemed to strike a delicate nerve in Seraphina.

Her specter suddenly fluctuated violently, emanating a venomous aura.

"Damon has always been mine. Who needs your fake generosity?"

The shadow leopards suddenly lost control, turning the carriage around and charging furiously towards me.

"Elara, go to hell!"