Chapter 11

In his emotional spiral, he opened his phone to their message thread. Her profile picture–that radiant smile–made it feel like she was still by his side. Only these traces of her existence could

offer him any semblance of peace now.

His trembling fingers traced her image. Their last exchange was from two nights ago–his desperate explanations about the pack feast. But Sarah hadn’t responded.

She’d never ignored his messages before. No matter what she was doing, his messages always had priority. His calls were always answered on the first ring.

When had she started changing? Ethan hadn’t even noticed. Everything had shifted after the rogue

attack.

Scrolling up through their history, he found her excited messages about their Moonbinding

ceremony:

you think of this ceremonial robe? I want something that gleams like moonlight. These

our binding portraits in this style? I want them displayed at the highest point of the ceremonial grounds. Let everyone see my happiness, see

Could I try another? You mentioned a surprise–did you design one yourself? You’re too good

just props in his deception. The Moonbinding Sarah

thought was true love. Believing she’d

fell on the screen as he sent message after message, pouring out his love, his regret, his shame.

each message bounced back–she’d severed their communication bond

it was too late. No

waters.

down in distant territory. The

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