‘She’s mated to an omega.’
‘She’s not fit to lead.’
‘She’ll never be the Luna her father was.’
I didn’t need their judgment. And I didn’t need Killian’s pity.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, taking a step back. “I just wanted to help.”
“Well, you can’t.” My voice broke, but I held his gaze, refusing to let him see the tears forming in my eyes. “Just… go, Killian. Please.”
He hesitated but eventually, he turned and left without another word. As soon as he was gone, the tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. I tilted my head to the sky, staring up at the full moon. It glowed brilliantly above me, but instead of offering comfort, it felt like a mockery.
“Why, Fenrir?” I whispered. “Why did you choose this for me?”
I waited for an answer that would never come. All I had now was the weight of my fate. And it was crushing me.
The sound of rustling in the trees nearby caught my attention, but I didn’t turn. I was too lost in my misery to care. I was certain I was alone, but I was wrong.