I had once offered my prayers to the Moon Goddess, believing Aiden was the one. Yet, he proved otherwise. This wasn’t the first time he had turned his back on me.
Without a second thought, Aiden vowed to join our celebration. But when the day came, he shifted his plans, explaining that a rogue ambush had injured nineteen, with one life lost. Overwhelmed with patients, he urged me to go without him.
By then, it was too late. My mother was thrilled when I mind-linked her about Aiden’s arrival, and she went as far as to cook his favorite dish. But in the end, he let her down, neglecting both her excitement and her efforts.
Despite Aiden’s claims that his healer responsibilities called him away, I could see through it—it was nothing more than a lie.
My inner wolf had sensed it long before and even warned me, but I chose to ignore her instincts.
Right then, as I scrolled through my newsfeed, I saw a photo posted by one of Aiden’s healer assistants.
With a caption, [This pack healer insisted it wasn’t safe for a she-wolf like me to walk alone at night, especially in this bad weather, so he walked me home.]