Chapter 9
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Irene’s knees hit the ground, but she hardly noticed.
Her sobs shook her body. Hot tears streamed down her face, blurring the firelight around her. She could hear the crowd still cheering, still celebrating the bonds being formed but it all sounded distant, muffled, unimportant.
Zara crouched beside her, wrapping her arms around Irene tightly.
“Irene, it’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
Irene clung to her friend like a lifeline. She buried her face in Zara’s shoulder and let herself collapse completely. The tears would not stop. Her chest heaved with grief so sharp it burned.
“I… I trusted him,” she managed to choke out. “I loved him…”
Zara’s arms tightened, her hands rubbing soothing circles across Irene’s back. “I know,” she said softly. “I know you did.”
The words didn’t make the pain go away, but they allowed her to breathe a little. Just a little.
“Irene…” Zara’s voice was gentle now, firm. “Come with me. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”
Irene shook her head slightly, exhausted, but Zara didn’t let go. With careful patience, she guided her through the crowd. Wolves glanced at them, curiosity in their eyes, but no one stopped them. The celebration continued, the sounds of new bonds forming ringing in the night.
Finally, Zara brought her to a quiet corner near the edge of the pack grounds, where Mara was standing. Irene’s mother’s face softened immediately when she saw her daughter’s tear-streaked cheeks.
“Irene,” Mara said softly, kneeling down to her daughter’s level. “It’s alright. You’re safe.”
Irene’s sobs erupted again, her body trembling. She collapsed into Mara’s arms, letting herself be held completely, her small, exhausted frame shaking against her mother’s steady strength.
“I… I thought… I thought it was real,” Irene managed between sobs. “I… I thought…”
“I know,” Mara whispered. “I know you did. And that’s okay.”
Zara stood quietly to the side, watching the two of them.
“Mara…” Zara said softly, almost reluctantly.
Mara placed a gentle hand on Zara’s shoulder. “Go, Zara. Let him find you. You’ve found each other. Enjoy it. Irene will be alright.”
Zara hesitated for a moment, her own emotions swirling, relief, sadness, and happiness for her bond forming with Simon.
“I… okay,” she said softly.
She squeezed Irene’s hand one last time, whispering, “I’ll see you later. You’ll be okay.”
Then she left, her steps quiet, but assured.
Mara turned fully to her daughter and guided her to a more secluded spot, offering comforting words, gentle touches, and the silent understanding only a mother could give. Irene let herself lean into the support, exhausted and hollow, unable to form words beyond muffled sobs.
She cried until she could not anymore. Until the firelight and the moonlight blurred into one soft haze, until the pack sounds, the laughter, and even the scent of the newly formed bonds faded from her mind.
Her mind felt strangely empty, save for the raw ache in her chest.
Somewhere in the distance, she sensed the world moving on. Others were happy, others were mated, others were claiming their lives.
But not her.
And she didn’t know if she would ever want to be.
Somewhere in the gathering, a wolf stood apart, trying to get through the ceremony.
He was unfamiliar, quiet, blending into the edges of the crowd. His chest ached faintly, though no one near him had caused it. He frowned, puzzled.
There was a sudden, sharp wave of sadness.
It wasn’t his.
And yet, it pierced him with the same intensity he might feel if he were losing someone he loved.
His brow furrowed. He had no mate. He had never had a mate.
Why would he feel this?
The emotion was raw, urgent, and undeniable. The despair seemed to radiate through him as if it belonged to someone he could not see.
He shifted slightly, trying to move past it, trying to finish the ceremony as quickly as possible. But the feeling would not leave him.
A small, tight knot formed in his chest, twisting like a blade. His wolf stirred uncomfortably, sensing danger but not from his own heart. From somewhere else.
Somewhere close enough that it resonated inside him.
He blinked, startled, trying to comprehend what was happening.
Then, faintly… he heard a muffled sound.
A sob. A broken, ragged cry that seemed to reach him across the crowd.
His heart thudded, and his chest tightened again.
It wasn’t his own grief, and yet it felt like it had been placed in him, carved out of his own chest.
He took a cautious step forward.
“Who…?” he whispered, almost to himself.
No answer. Only the echo of sorrow that was not his own, yet unmistakably present, undeniable.
Something inside him something deep in his wolf hummed with tension.
The feeling grew sharper, brighter, impossible to ignore.
And for the first time, he realized that he had been alone but now, suddenly, someone else’s pain had found him.
He did not understand. He did not know what it meant.
He only knew one thing.
That he could feel it.
And that it was calling to him.
The night stretched around him. The wind whispered through the trees.
And he stood there, frozen, heart pounding, sensing something he had never felt before and wondering if he should follow it.
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