Sierra… Sierra…” he sobbed like a lost child, shoulders heaving. “I’m sorry… please come
back…”
Through our fading bond, I watched his mighty form crumble. His dark hair had gone steel gray, his face lined with decades of aging in mere months.
I couldn’t help bút sigh. Would he have chosen differently, knowing this end?
But wolves, like humans, are greedy creatures. They never treasure what they have until it’s lost forever.
Suddenly Damien stiffened, his head lifting like a predator catching a scent.
He struggled to sit up, wild eyes searching the empty room.
“Sierra? Is that really you?”
His voice cracked with desperation.
“Please… my only wish is to see you one last time. I’m begging you…‘
Tears carved paths down his haggard face as he reached toward nothing.
That’s when the witch’s potion took full effect. Our bond, already stretched tissue–thin, finally snapped.
The severing dropped Damien to his knees with a howl of pure anguish.
This was it I would truly vanish from the pack world forever.
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As the last traces of our connection dissolved like mist, Damien clutched my moonstone
necklace to his chest.
He closed his eyes in final defeat, knowing he’d lost everything that mattered.
His beta, Marcus, chose that moment to challenge him.
The fight was pathetically brief. Damien could barely stand, much less defend his position.
Marcus’s claws opened his throat with almost casual ease.
The pack turned their backs as their former Alpha was cast out, now just another lone wolf.
Damien limped away into the wilderness, stripped of rank, power, and purpose.
I didn’t stay to watch his fall. Each day without the bond felt lighter, freer.
This was for the best. My new life waited ahead bright with possibility.
Let him live with the consequences of his choices, as I had lived with mine.
I didn’t stay to watch his fall. Each day without the bond felt lighter, freer.
This was for the best. My new life waited ahead bright with possibility.
Let him live with the consequences of his choices, as I had lived with mine.
+25 BONUS
The pack would thrive under Marcus’s leadership, and I would build a future far from the memories of betrayal.
Sometimes justice comes not from revenge, but from simply walking away and never looking back.
