Years later, when I turned 18, everything changed. My father, driven by a desire for more power and territory, began to look down on my mother, who was just an ordinary she-wolf before she became Luna. He sought out the daughter of a powerful Alpha from another pack, seduced by the promise of greater power. He abandoned my mother, rejected her as his mate, and instead mated with that other woman, becoming the Alpha of the Shadow Crest Pack.
That was how selfish he was.
He moved to that pack without a second thought, leaving us behind. "You and Ophelia should come with me," he had said, his voice devoid of any fatherly warmth. "There’s no future for you here."
But I couldn’t abandon my mother. "I’m staying with Mom," I had said, my voice firm. "She needs me."
Ophelia, however, was different. She craved the power and prestige our father’s new position offered. She chose to follow him, leaving me and our mother behind without a second glance.
The day she left, I stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, watching her walk away. "Ophelia," I called out, my voice trembling. "Don’t go."