—- He was wearing a black coat, looking stark and lonely against the setting sun. He met my gaze across the distance, and for the first time, I saw no anger, no desperation-only a profound, soul-deep acceptance. He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. A final, silent goodbye. Then he turned and walked away, a solitary figure swallowed by the light of the setting sun. After the ceremony, the celebration began. “Isla.” Chloe came over to me, holding a small box.
” Damien left this for you.” “What is it?” “A memory crystal,” she said, handing it to me. “He said you could watch it if you wanted. Or just throw it away.” I took the box, feeling the faint hum of energy from within. It was filled with his memories, his emotions. —- His final words to me. “Are you going to watch it?” Chloe asked. Islid the memory crystal into my clutch. It felt heavy with unspoken words. “Maybe someday,” I told Chloe, my eyes finding Ethan’s across the celebration.
He smiled, a promise of a future filled with light. “But I don’t need it. My story is just beginning.” Ethan reached me and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Ready to go home?” he asked gently. “Home,” I nodded. We walked toward the car, ready to begin our honeymoon, out life. As we passed the Moon Spring, I took one last look at its tranquil waters. The reflection of the sunset shimmered on its surface, a perfect, beautiful painting. —- From this day forward, I was no one’s property.
I was Isla, Master Healer, Luna of the Sunstone Pack. And I was loved.
