—- Chapter15 Isla’s POV “It’s too late,” I said, looking down at Damien, who was still standing before me like a supplicant. “For five years, you never truly loved me,” I began, counting his sins one by one. “You never once brought me a moonstone-the simplest token of affection between mates, and you deemed it an unnecessary formality.” “My passion, my gift…
you dismissed it as a pointless hobby.” “You took the most sacred rite our kind has, a bond blessed by the Goddess herself, and you defiled it for a pathetic, manipulative lie.” Every word was like a silver knife twisting in his heart. “I… [thought none of that mattered…” “Right. It didn’t matter to you,” I said, looking down on him. “Because you thought I was your property. You thought I would never leave.” “Let me be clear, Damien,” my words were sharp as a —- razor.
“You’re not mourning us. You’re mourning your bruised ego. You can’t stand the fact that someone you considered yours chose to walk away.” He looked up at me, and the light in his eyes finally died. “Let’s just part ways with some dignity,” I said, turning for the stairs. “We both have new lives now.” I went up to my room and watched from the window as he walked away. His figure looked so lonely in the fading light. But I felt nothing.
The next afternoon, I went to a jewelry store to pick up a custom order. A pair of moonstone bracelets. A gift from Ethan for our Mating Ceremony. I walked out of the shop holding the beautiful box. As I turned the corner, I felt a prickle of unease. I was being followed. The scents of two unfamiliar wolves, not far behind —- me. I picked up my pace, but they matched it. The moment I ducked into an alley, a figure lunged, snatching the bracelet box from my hand.
At the same time, another stepped out from the shadows, holding a cursed silver blade. “Someone doesn’t want you to have a new Mating,” he snarled, the blade, coated in the sickly silver sheen of wolfsbane, glinted as he lunged at me.
