"Then what is it? Tell me how it’s any different from the truth I’ve already seen with my own eyes!" My voice rose, "You’ve chosen her. So why should I stand by and be your Luna?"
"Willow, this isn’t what you think," he repeated, more forcefully this time. "Sabrina is part of the pack. She—"
"I don’t care what role she plays in your life," I interrupted again, my voice hardening. "She’s pregnant, Noah. That’s not something you can explain away with your authority or pack duty."
Noah’s expression turned steely, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Willow, you’re making a mistake. You’re my mate. This is bigger than both of us. The pack needs a Luna, and that’s you."
I shook my head, "Not anymore. You made your choice, and I’m making mine."
Without waiting for his response, I walked away, leaving him and his lies behind.
As I strode down the path, the cool night air hit my face, sharp and refreshing, like a clean break from the life I had once known. The moon’s glow lit my way, a silent reminder that no matter what, I would find my strength—alone if I had to.
Behind me, Noah’s voice carried through the night, desperate and angry. "Willow! Think about what you’re doing!"