Forgetting The Alpha Who Left Me

During the pack's wilderness training, my adopted sister, Tessa, shoved me from a cliffside thick with wolfsbane.

My Alpha, Fenrir, turned and left with Tessa feigning injury in his arms, leaving me for dead at the bottom of the ravine.

I died instantly, but my soul lingered, watching everything with cold detachment.

I watched as Tessa's tearful complaints swayed him into blaming me for my own disappearance.

"Will Selene ever stop causing me trouble?"

"She's weak and always looking for trouble. How could she possibly be fit to be our Luna?"

He had no idea I was already dead at the bottom of that cliff choked with wolfsbane.

Five whole days.

The poison hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, racing through my veins with merciless speed.

As my body decayed under the moonlight, my love for him faded with it.

The title of Luna, the magnificent coronation I had dreamed of, everything I once cherished was now meaningless.

The Selene who loved him was well and truly dead.

My soul drifted in the air, the wolf within me long since fallen silent.

I was pushed from a cliff by the sister I grew up with, dying instantly as the wolfsbane below delivered its poison.

Perhaps the Moon Goddess pitied me, leaving a sliver of my soul behind to witness the end of my old life.

The moments before my death were still so vivid, the memory alone sent a chill through me.

"Sister, you're being so careless." My adopted sister, Tessa, steadied me at the cliff's edge, her voice laced with concern.

"We grew up together. Why would I ever hurt you?"

Her hand gently stroked my back, an intimate, comforting gesture between sisters, right before she shoved me hard.

In an instant, the thorny stems of the wolfsbane below pierced my skin.

The wolfsbane burned through my body, each breath becoming a struggle as my lungs seized.

I tried to scream, but only strangled gasps escaped my throat.

My wolf whimpered once before falling completely silent, severed from me forever.

Every nerve felt like it was being torn apart, the agony so intense that I welcomed the approaching darkness.

I could felt my life slipping away.

Soon, everything fell silent.

My body lay at the base of Moonridge Cliffs, hidden behind a massive stone monument.

No one even noticed the gash a sharp rock had torn in my hand, the blood a stark stain against the grayish white cliff face.

The crimson stain spread across the rock like a grim, beautiful flower.

Every so often, I saw a group of shifted wolves race down from the mountaintop, their claws clattering against the stone.

"Alpha, there's no sign of the Luna here." They were reporting to Fenrir.

It was laughable. I was so obviously dead, yet no one had found me.

But even in death, I still cared about Fenrir's reaction.

One of the perks of being a spirit was hearing everyone's mind-link.

When Fenrir heard there was still no