I don’t know if Alpha Fermando realized right away that I was truly gone.
I can imagine him walking back and forth through the empty house, opening every drawer, checking every corner—even that little wooden box where I used to hide chocolate. But he wouldn’t find a single trace of me. I had taken everything with me. Even the small trinkets he never cared about were gone.
It was as if I had never lived there at all.
“He’s lost it,” my wolf soul, Leona, huffed coldly, her voice brushing through me from deep within. “Now he knows how it feels to hurt—but it’s too late.”
I closed my eyes and whispered back, “Part of me thought he’d come looking.”
Leona was quiet for a moment, then said softly, “You know he never deserved you, Thalia. He never truly saw you as his equal Luna. He never com
