The Moon’s Spark
678 Words
Gloria ran to her room, her heart crumbling beneath the weight of humiliation.
She hadn’t expected her warmest feelings to be turned into a blade — one that stabbed her pride in front of everyone.
When she entered, she found Mayra — her only true friend — waiting.
A kind, honest girl, who never once saw Gloria as anything less.
The moment their eyes met, Gloria broke.
"He humiliated me... in front of *everyone*..."
She collapsed into her friend’s arms, crying in silence.
Mayra held her close, whispering,
"You're stronger than this. Don't let them break you. He’s the one who lost something… not you."
The next day, Gloria tried to pull herself together. She entered the cafeteria with Mayra at her side.
But fate wasn’t done testing her.
Just as she picked up her tray, Kyra — Fred’s girlfriend — suddenly appeared and stuck her foot out.
Gloria tripped and fell, her food crashing to the floor.
Laughter echoed around the room. But Gloria had had enough.
She stood up fast and snapped:
"Is this funny to you? You think you’re so powerful?"
It wasn’t just about Kyra — it was pain, turned into fire.
But she didn’t expect what came next.
A sharp slap knocked her back.
She looked up — Fred was standing over her, eyes blazing.
"I won’t let you insult the girl I love," he said coldly.
"And if you try it again, I’ll make sure you spend the night in a cell — so you learn to respect your betters… and the future Luna of this pack.
Is that clear? Answer me."
Gloria froze.
She saw a different side of Fred — one she didn’t recognize.
But she swallowed her fear and pain. She wouldn’t let him humiliate her more.
***
That night, her mother was waiting at the door.
"Sweetheart, tonight is the Red Moon gathering. You *have* to attend."
"But I don’t have a wolf, Mom. I won’t have a mate… I won’t feel anything."
Her mother smiled softly.
"The magic thread always appears between destined mates. You’ll *see* it… even without a wolf."
***
In the heart of the forest, the pack gathered under the blood-colored sky.
The moon glowed deep red — sacred, ancient.
The fire blazed. Music played. The scent of grilled meat filled the air.
Everyone waited for the “soul-thread” — a faint glow that appeared between fated mates, connecting them by the will of the moon.
Gloria stood near the trees, hiding in the shadows, pretending she wasn’t hoping for a miracle.
The ceremony began.
The Alpha’s voice rang out:
"Tonight, the Red Moon reveals destiny. Let your spirit listen. Let the light guide you."
Silence.
Then… it began.
Soft threads of light appeared, weaving through the crowd — linking hearts, marking futures.
Gloria looked down. Nothing.
No glow. No warmth. No sign.
She sighed and turned to leave…
But then — warmth bloomed in her chest.
She stopped.
Across the clearing…
Fred stood still, staring at her — shocked, confused, then furious.
A glowing thread was forming… connecting them.
A voice cried out from the crowd:
"It’s her! She’s his mate!"
The whispers exploded. Eyes turned.
Some were shocked, others amused.
Gloria couldn’t move.
And Fred?
His gaze burned with denial.
He took a step forward, then shouted:
"This is wrong!"
"This bond means *nothing*! My mate can’t be someone with no wolf, no place, no worth!"
He looked directly at her and said, voice filled with anger and fear:
"I reject this bond."
"I reject *you*."
The thread snapped.
The light vanished.
The clearing fell into dead silence.
Gloria didn’t cry.
She raised her head, though something inside her cracked.
"You could’ve said it with dignity," she said softly.
"But you always choose cruelty."
She turned her back on him.
"But don’t worry, Fred…
I won’t chase you.
And I don’t need my mate to accept me — it’s enough that *I* accept myself."
And with that, she walked away…
Under the firelight.
Beneath a blood moon that didn’t show mercy.
- Writer
