Velara's POV.
Many years ago.
"What?!" Luther's voice thundered through the quiet clearing like a shotgun. His eyes blazed with white-hot anger - something else as well, something I had never seen in him before - pain.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself before repeating what I had just said. My hands were trembling slightly, heart pounding away in my chest. "I met someone else. Someone that I love very much. I want to be with him. I'm leaving. You. This pack. All of it." My voice trembled slightly as well.
Luther began pacing the forest ground like a caged animal. His jaw was tight. A small vein pulsing at the base of his throat. "You've clearly lost your mind, Velara! That's the only thing that makes any sense."
"No. I've just lost my heart."
He stopped pacing and turned to me
