[Mirael: You pretended to fall ill just to stop me from spending the whole night with Aldric, right? I didn’t expect you to be this sly after I told you about our bond.]
And below the message, she also attached some images of her with Aldric, including the image Aldric was sleeping next to her, shirtless.
[Mirael: See, our relationship has already gone this far, Seraphina. You can’t do anything anymore. I’m carrying his pup, so I hope you accept it and stop causing trouble.]
Soon, she sent another threatening message. [Mirael: We’re leaving for Silverhaze Plains tomorrow. Don’t try to interfere, or I’ll release proof of our affair to the entire pack.]
She threatened me? Such a brave and arrogant she-wolf!
Her arrogance sliced through me like claws, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me in a rage. I gave her a short reply. [Just go.]
As soon as the message sent, her name flashed on Aldric’s crystal communicator, a call coming in an instant. I felt disgust, but I kept myself to remain calm.
I quickly locked his crystal communicator and patted to wake him up.
“Aldric, your crystal communicator is ringing,” I said calmly, “Maybe something urgent from the pack alliance.”
He woke up, rubbing his eyes before taking the call. Within seconds, his posture stiffened, his tone sharpening with alertness.
“I have to go,” he said abruptly, grabbing his cloak.
I looked at him with a calm expression.
“Just go,” I responded—echoing the exact words I had sent Mirael.
He hesitated for a while, then leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“Please make sure you have a good rest and take your medicine.” He reminded before stepping out the chamber in a hurry.
When the door clicked shut, I finally released the breath I had been holding.
The empty space he left behind mirrored the hollowness of our bond.
At night, as expected, Aldric didn’t come back to the healer’s den. Instead, a message notification appeared on my crystal communicator.
[Aldric: Seraphina, I have an unexpected business trip to Silverhaze Plains. I’ll have the maid bring you to the manor from the healer’s den tomorrow. Take care. I promise I’ll bring the finest anniversary gift.]
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. The finest gift? He said.
Sure, he gave me the finest gift ever compared to the one in past cycles, so finest till shocking me to the core.
A moments later, another message appeared, my request to erase my identity from the Moon Registry had been approved. My new identity was ready.
Such a perfect timing. While Aldric and Mirael flew off together to celebrate their affair, I would erase myself from his world completely.
***
The next morning, I didn’t waste time. My body was still weak from the fever, but my determination fueled me. I prepared everything carefully.
This time, instead of selling my stuffs, I donated them to an auction helping victims of pack-territory disasters. It felt symbolic—turning the ruins of my life with Aldric into something good and valuable for other wolves.
Among my stuffs, I prepared an exceptional gift for Aldric, a glossy, luxurious box holding the credit sigils he had given me, the rune-key to the luxury wolf-carriage and the bond severance scroll I had marked.
On top, I placed a handwritten note: [I hope you find joy with your new Luna.]
I left the box in his study chamber, knowing he would eventually find it.
However, what I didn’t expect was the nonstop buzzing of my crystal communicator throughout the day.
Notification after notification appeared on the screen—Mirael clearly had no intention of letting me leave in peace.
She sent images one by one, images of her and Aldric in intimacy, shamelessly showed off to stab her claws deeper into my heart.
Each image was bolder than the last. A selfie image of them enjoying a private night meal, Mirael was curling in his arm, chuckling, while he was placing his hand on her bulging belly.
[Mirael: See, how happy we are now. This is why you should give up, Seraphina.]
Her messages kept coming—taunting, provocating but they no longer pierced me.
Instead, I calmly removed my moon-crystal card and tossed it into the wastebasket.
I didn’t need it anymore.
I didn’t need any thread tying me to Seraphina Greyclaw.
I took one last time looking at my social-mirror I had create over the years, then deleted them all with a few touches.
“Goodbye, Seraphina Greyclaw,” I whispered into the silent room, feeling sadness and relief at the same time.
I was no longer her.
I was Orelia Nightreaver—stepping into a new chapter of life, free from the past.
