The Moonlight of Betrayal

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona.

With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go.

I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval.

I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate.

Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.”

No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back.

But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.

As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.

By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.

Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona.

With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.

In those last days, I let everything go.

I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval.

I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate.

Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.

Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.”

No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back.”

But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:

When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

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I forced down the bitter herbs under