Chapter 4 Exile
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Cold night air struck Ava’s face the moment she stepped beyond the pack house doors. The sound of laughter and music continued behind her, as if nothing significant had happened inside the hall. As if her life had not just been shattered.
She walked quickly down the path leading toward the forest, refusing to look back. Every step felt heavier than the last, but she forced herself to keep moving.
Rejection was more than emotional pain for a wolf.
It was humiliation. Isolation. A permanent scar on the soul.
Ava pressed her hand against her chest where the mate bond had once burned warmly. Now it throbbed with a dull, hollow ache that refused to fade.
“Why?” she whispered into the dark forest.
She had never asked for status or power. She had never imagined becoming Luna of the Shadowfang Pack. All she had ever wanted was acceptance—a place where she belonged.
The forest swallowed her as she wandered deeper between the tall trees. Moonlight filtered through the branches, painting the ground in pale silver.
Eventually her legs gave out.
Ava collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest as a sudden surge of heat raced through her veins.
The full moon above glowed brighter than before.
Silver light spilled across the forest floor.
A voice echoed faintly in her mind.
Child of the moon… awaken.
Ava’s eyes snapped open.
For a brief moment, they glowed silver.
And somewhere deep inside her soul, something ancient stirred.
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