- 6.
An omega surviving the Moon Goddess’s
rejection was unheard of. Yet, here I was. When Gabriel and I appeared, the pack was stunned.
Andrew and Elsa pushed through the crowd.
Andrew’s eyes were unreadable.
“You’re okay?”
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“For your father’s sake, I’ll provide for you. You’ll have everything a Luna would.”
I stared at him, baffled. Before, even when I was his destined Luna, he’d withheld privileges, saying he didn’t want to spoil me. Now? I got the perks after being rejected? Hilarious. I looked him up and down, suddenly seeing him clearly.
“Andrew, I’m good. Besides, if you gave me
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Luna privileges now, how would Elsa feel about
that?”
Andrew frowned, his tone sharpening. “Don’t be ridiculous. Elsa isn’t like that.”
“It’s okay, Andrew,” Elsa chirped. “Elisabeth didn’t mean anything by it.”
They teamed up to make me look childish,
which wasn’t my intention at all. I rolled my
eyes and tugged Gabriel’s sleeve. Andrew’s
voice rose behind us.
“Did you see her attitude?”
“She’s just young, Andrew. Let it go.”
“I wish Elisabeth were half as understanding as you.”
Away from the drama, I breathed a sigh of relief. Gabriel watched me carefully, searching for words. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling lighter than I had in years. “Thank the Moon Goddess for breaking that connection. He can’t control me anymore.” The Goddess hadn’t just broken the bond; she’d severed the emotional ties, too. Andrew
was nothing to me now.
Gabriel slung an arm around my shoulder, his voice relaxed. “Good. Come on, Elisabeth. Let’s
go see Tanya about those marks.”
Because of their unique nature, pack witches
lived separately. Tanya’s cottage was at the
southern edge of the territory, the first place
touched by the morning sun. It was a beautiful
garden, fragrant year–round. We pushed open
the creaking gate, and blue butterflies danced
around us, a sign of Tanya’s welcome.
She sat on a wicker chair, a plate of pastries on
the table beside her. “Sit. Eat. Then we’ll talk.”
We devoured the pastries, meeting Tanya’s
amused gaze.
“So, little witch,” she said, “are you ready?”
