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He lashed out, his foot, charged with Alpha power, slamming into
the old priestess’s Chieftain.
The old wolf coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into the stone wall.
Damien pounced, pinning the Chieftain down, his fists whistling through the air as he beat him
senseless.
“How dare you do this? How dare you?!” His eyes were bloodshot, every punch carrying his full force.
Again and again, his fists landed. The Chieftain was a broken mess, the sound of bones snapping sickeningly clear.
The old priestess tried to pull Damien off, but the sheer force radiating from him threw her back. She hit her head on a stone pillar, and blood immediately gushed from the wound.
The distant pack elders were terrified by the scene. Damien’s mother was the first to snap out of it.
She mumbled, “If Elara only had one whole Soul–Spark left as a child… then when she gave her Soul–Spark to Seraphina…”
Before she could finish, one of the distant elders looked like he’d been struck by lightning. “No. it can’t be… then her wolf spirit…”
The Chieftain struggled to get free, gasping, “Elara’s Soul–Spark… half of it was already in you… What right do you have to question me? It was you… you took the other half yourself!”
Damien was knocked back a few steps by a desperate headbutt from the Chieftain, hitting the
wall.
He slid to the ground, laughing like a madman, a wild, desolate sound full of endless sorrow and despair.
“It was me. It was all my fault.”
“She told me so clearly, The other half of my Soul–Spark… its bond… it’s with you.‘ And I didn’t believe her. I made her suffer again. I snuffed her out with my own hands!”
Damien ached all over, especially his chest, where his heart was. The place that had once resonated with my Soul–Spark now felt like a gaping, empty pit.
He slammed his fists against his own chest, trying to pound out the bond that came from me the bond he had betrayed.
Damien’s mother couldn’t bear to see him like this. She knelt beside him. “My son, this is all the
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Moon Goddess’s will. Don’t blame yourself.”
He was supposed to accept his fate? How could he accept this?
He had taken one of my Soul–Sparks to grow strong, and then he’d personally ripped out my last remaining one and given it to someone else.
He had failed me. He had sent me to my death, extinguished my wolf spirit.
A she–wolf elder from the distant pack rushed over to Damien, her eyes wide with a new,
desperate urgency.
“Elara? You said she left the pack. But where is she now? Is she… is she okay?”
Damien suddenly snapped to attention, a wild hope flaring in his eyes.
That’s right! If my wolf spirit was gone, how could I have “left the pack”?
So, I had to be alive!
I was just angry with him, hiding somewhere.
He had to find out.
He believed I would never abandon him. We were fated mates!
The door to the council den slammed open.
The Beta warrior on duty jumped in surprise.
Seeing it was Damien, the warrior relaxed a little. “Alpha, weren’t you with Seraphina? What are you doing here?”
Damien ignored him, grabbing the Beta by the collar, his aura wild and chaotic.
“Elara… Elara, who was staying in den number 8 at the edge of the pack lands… was it had someone say she left the pack“?”
you who
When the Beta heard my name, he immediately remembered what Seraphina had told him about me being “selfish” and “disrespectful to the Alpha.”
A look of disgust crossed his face before he spoke. “What about her? Her wolf spirit… isn’t it already gone? So, naturally, her… remains… had to be dealt with according to custom. Saying she left the pack was to protect your reputation, Alpha.”
Damien stared at the Beta’s face in shock, his blood running cold.
The Beta was still talking, as if expecting praise. “Weren’t you the one who performed the ritual? The moment you drew out her Soul–Spark, her wolf spirit stopped.”
Damien let go of the Beta’s collar, shaking his head, his golden wolf eyes shot with blood. “No.
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You’re lying. It’s not like that.”
The Beta thought Damien felt guilty about my “ingratitude” and tried to comfort him. “Don’t feel too bad, Alpha. Seraphina was almost killed by her ‘selfishness. By giving up her Soul–Spark to save Seraphina, she at least did something for the pack.”
“In her next life, maybe the Moon Goddess will forgive her”
Damien clutched his head and slowly sank to the ground, letting out a raw, animalistic cry.
He couldn’t believe I was really dead.
He pounded his head.
But he also didn’t know how anyone could live after having their last Soul–Spark ripped out. Suddenly, Damien remembered something.
He stood up, grabbed the Beta, his voice hoarse. “Then… then her body?”
The Beta shrugged indifferently. “Don’t know. Probably had the low–ranks dispose of it. Thrown. into the Darkwood, I guess.”
My body had lain in the altar chamber for a short while, then was treated as useless and discarded.
Hearing this, Damien immediately bolted towards the Darkwood like a madman.
He didn’t know how to convince himself.
But he had to find me, even if it was just a cold body. Only then could he believe I was really gone.
Damien ran blindly, using his Alpha senses and strength, heading for the waste ravine deep in the Darkwood.
He asked the low–ranked wolves guarding the edge of the ravine about me.
But they couldn’t say exactly where I’d been thrown.
Just as Damien was about to jump into the ravine to search, almost giving up hope, he saw one of the low–ranked wolves in charge of cleanup holding a familiar, small bracelet woven from
moon–grass.
