The Moon Pack was celebrating.
Laughter echoed through the halls. Lanterns swung from the courtyard trees. Music drifted on the night air—soft, bright, free. Peace had come. And to everyone else, it felt like a blessing.
Except her.
Sofia stood at the edge of her balcony, arms folded tight across her chest, eyes fixed on the stars.
Her wound had healed. Her strength had returned.
But her heart?
Her heart felt like something had been carved out of it. Carefully. Quietly. Left open and unfinished.
She should’ve been celebrating too. She’d bled for this. Fought for it. Watched people she loved nearly die for it. And all she could think was—
He didn’t even say goodbye. Not a word. Not a message. Not even a scent to hold onto.
Just... gone.
Like the bond had only ever belonged to him.
