Today was the pack’s monthly breakfast gathering, a tradition Eleanor once hosted as Luna.

She rose before the sun, slipping into the plainest dress she could find. She braided her hair neatly and washed her face with cold water.

Then, reaching for her metal cane, she made a follow-up call to Elder Orin about her record in the Werewolf archive. She needed to be certain it had been wiped clean before she made her move to leave the pack.

At the dining hall, she set the table in silence, then she stepped back and took a seat near the hearth, her metal cane resting beside her.

Some glanced at her nervously, still recognizing her authority but are too afraid to show it.

But when the high-ranking wolves arrived, they breezed past her and greeted Sadie first.

The redhead whore was radiant, wearing Eleanor’s old Luna crest like a necklace and a red gown from Eleanor’s wardrobe. She sat comfortably in Amiel’s lap, laughing at something Beta Ruvan whispered to her.

Eleanor stood behind them, pouring tea, steadying each cup. Her eyes, though milky, scanned the room. She listened to every heartbeat, caught every smirk.

“Careful, Eleanor,” Amiel drawled as she poured his tea. “Wouldn’t want another incident, would we?”

A few wolves chuckled.

Sadie leaned into him. “Alpha, don’t tease. She’s doing her best.”

“I’m sure she is,” he replied with a grin. “She’s just a little slow.”

As Eleanor moved down the table, someone bumped her elbow—accidentally, they claimed. The tea sloshed but didn’t spill.

But then a quiet hand reached out to steady her. “You’re fine,” the deep voice said.

Without looking up at him, she gave the smallest of nods and moved on.

Moments later, as she refilled Sadie’s glass, the redhead mistress suddenly jerked forward. Red wine splashed across Eleanor’s bodice.

“Oh no,” Sadie gasped in mock horror. “This fabric… I think it’s ruined!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop dragging that relic around? It's embarrassing, Eleanor." Amiel yelled, hugging Sadie who was still whining about her dress." You're blind—permanently blind. That means you need to stop being clumsy and useless. Practice. Adapt. Or you'll keep humiliating both of us like this."

Someone nearby muttered, “Should she even be sitting here? Isn’t she more of a kitchen wolf now?”

The laughter spread.

Sadie turned sweetly. “We don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, do we? Sister, would you mind joining the omegas in the other room?”

Eleanor’s jaw clenched. As she stood to leave, her foot caught subtly on Sadie’s outstretched boot. She stumbled forward and collapsed onto the floor, her metal cane clattering and sliding out of reach.

A wave of laughter swept the room.

Eleanor’s eyes landed on her cane, but Sadie bent slowly, tracing its outline with her toe without picking it up.

"Funny, even your cane's ashamed to be near you."

Eleanor’s hands curled into fists at her sides.

How dare they laugh? she thought, blinking back tears that burned behind her lashes. How dare they treat me like I didn’t contribute something as Luna.

Her throat tightened. She had once stood at the head of this table, and had once commanded this room. And now she was the joke.

It was then that the same man stood from his chair and picked up the cane. He handed it to Eleanor.

She, on the other hand, gripped the cane more firmly, not just out of necessity, but as a stand against the humiliation.

Sadie’s voice rang out, brittle and mocking. “Alpha Colt, don’t waste your help on a useless, outgoing Luna.”

Amiel said nothing, but his eyes narrowed at the way Colt looked at Eleanor.

“Of all the people here, you should be the last one treating her like this.”

Sadie stiffened. “Maybe you’re right. But I won’t tolerate her mistakes just because she’s my sister.”

Colt scoffed. “I’m not referring to your fake bond to the Luna. I mean you being an omega. You should know what it feels like to be degraded. Don’t repeat the same cruelty just to distance yourself from your past.”

Sadie's face flushed a deep crimson. She turned to Amiel, seeking rescue with pleading eyes.

But Amiel remained silent, watching Alpha Colt bent and carefully lifted Eleanor into his arms, carrying her out of the room.

No one dared speak.

---

Outside the backhouse, Colt set her gently on her feet.

Eleanor adjusted the hem of her sleeve, fingers fumbling as if searching for invisible threads. “Thank you, but you don’t have to do that. You’re their guest.”

Colt brushed a braid behind her ear, his gaze holding hers. “Now that we’re alone, stop pretending you’re blind.”

A strange flutter twisted in her chest. She gulped, turning her gaze away from him. “What are you saying?”

“You’re not blind." He reached up, pressing his fingers under her chin, lifting her gaze. "Now, recognize my face, Elle.”

No one had called her that name in years.

So she looked up, her green eyes dilated as old memories surfaced. “Is that you, Coco?”

He had been five years ahead of her in the academy, but even when she was just a small, timid pup surrounded by sneering older wolves, he'd stepped in. He had a way of appearing whenever the other werewolves tried to shove her around or corner her during sparring sessions.

“Yes. But I go by my real name now.” Colt smiled, and added, "Can you say my name for me? Without that alpha thing."

"Colt." Eleanor chuckled with happy tears streaming down her face. "I'm happy you're back."

Then his expression hardened as he looked her over. “And I’m here to get you out of this place.”

Her green eyes widened. “What did you say?”

Colt chuckled softly. “I missed gazing into those green eyes. But your stay in this hell pack, it dulled their shine.”

Eleanor blinked, uncertain. “How did you even know what’s happening here? How did you know Sadie isn’t really my sister?”

Colt brushed his thumb gently over her knuckles. “When you care for someone, you do whatever it takes to protect them. I have my ways, Eleanor. I’ve always kept an eye on you.”

Her breath caught.

“Even after all these years... you still care?”

“I never stopped.” He lifted their joined hands and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles. “You once told me… if I came back and you were still single, I should marry you. So—are you ready?”

“C-Colt...” His words hit her harder than she expected. That old promise—they’d made it as young dreamers, back when the world felt kinder. She never thought he’d remember, let alone still mean it.

It unraveled her defenses. And underneath her disbelief… hope flickered to life.

She took a shaky breath. “Can you give me a week?”

Colt frowned. “Why wait a week, Elle? You could leave with me now. You don’t need to bring anything.”

“I’m waiting for our anniversary. I want to give him something before I go.”

Colt studied her face for a long moment. Then he nodded, quiet understanding in his eyes.

—

That night, Eleanor stayed in the guest room. Not by choice, but Amiel had insisted on it. He claimed Sadie needed supervision because of her burn.

As she reread the separation scroll, Eleanor’s thoughts drifted to what he had told her weeks ago:

‘I’m actually doing you a favor, Eleanor. Since you’re blind, you obviously can’t care for Sadie. So I will. This is your fault. I’m moving her closer to me so your parents won’t see her wound and blame you. I’m saving you from their anger.’

She hadn’t argued. She had no strength left for it. And so, she moved into the room Amiel chose.

It used to be meant for their child.

But Amiel had barely touched her—only once, in a drunken haze. That night, he'd been passionate. The next morning, cold and distant. Civil.

The child conceived from that night was gone—lost in a rogue attack just a month ago.

Now, all she could do was wait. Colt would come. He promised.

That thought made her smile.

A knock echoed at the door, and Eleanor quickly hid the papers.

Then Amiel barged in.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, playing the part of the blind woman, her gaze unfocused.

“Why not? This is my house,” he said, walking up and seizing her jaw. “Are you entertaining another man, Eleanor?”

She recoiled. “What are you talking about?”

“That Alpha Colt. He pulled you from the dining hall and whispered to you. What did he say?”

Eleanor gave a bitter chuckle. “Why do you care? Do I ever ask about your lovers? Your wife is alive and well, but your bed’s already shared with another woman.”

Amiel flinched but quickly waved it off. “Whatever. Be ready tomorrow. We’re attending the Moonlight Accord.”

“Why me? I can’t even see. Bring Sadie.”

“I could. She’s more useful in every way. But your parents are arriving, and she needs to welcome them.”

“I’ll just humiliate you.”

“You’ll represent our family. Just behave. Don’t embarrass me.”

He left. Her hands trembled.

—

At the Moonlight Accord, nobles swarmed Amiel with greetings and praises.

He leaned toward Eleanor. “Just smile and sit still. Pretend you’re not blind. I won’t let them know I have a useless Luna.”

She sat in silence, her face blank.

Then, she caught a faint mindlink between Sadie and Amiel. I’m here, love.

Amiel straightened. “Where?”

Sadie: In front of the ladies’ washroom.

He glanced at Eleanor. His warmth vanished, replaced with frost.

“I need to speak with some alphas. Stay here. Don’t speak to anyone. Behave.”

Eleanor nodded wordlessly.

Moments later, she spotted Amiel—hand in hand with Sadie—introducing her as his wife.

Eleanor went still. Numb. Her thoughts froze. Her world seemed to tilt, yet her body didn’t move. She simply watched as her soul cracked further.

A noble approached and asked about her.

“She’s my wife’s sister,” Amiel replied smoothly. “She had no one to care for her, so we took her in.”

The nobles praised him. “How noble of you, Alpha. A rare man, indeed.”

He’s doing more than that, Eleanor thought bitterly.

Feeling like an outsider in her own life, she slipped away and found the comfort room. She splashed water on her face, trying to catch her breath.

Then a voice sneered behind her.

Sadie kicked Eleanor’s cane. “So bold of you to show up. Aren’t you afraid of getting lost?”

“I won’t let my condition stop me,” Eleanor muttered, keeping her focus on the basin.

Sadie leaned close, her voice venomous. “You think you still have a life? You’re nothing. No one would miss you if you vanished.”

Eleanor was too exhausted to argue. Her muscles ached. Her spirit felt frayed. She needed to conserve what little strength she had left.

Without a word, she turned to the door, reaching for her cane. Her hand gripped the cold metal tightly.

"You don’t get to ignore me!" Sadie shrieked.

She shoved Eleanor hard against the wall, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked it back violently.

Eleanor winced, her scalp burning. “What do you want from me?”

Sadie’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, her teeth clenched. “I like seeing you like this. Weak. Broken.”

Eleanor fought back, grabbing Sadie’s wrist. “You’re scared of me. That’s why you keep trying to crush me.”

“You wish!” Sadie growled. She drove her foot into Eleanor’s ribs.

Pain exploded through her. Her body folded.

"You stay here where you belong!" Sadie snapped. Then stormed out, slamming the door and locking it with a loud, final bang.

Eleanor collapsed to the floor, bleeding, dizzy. Her mouth opened to scream, but only a ragged breath escaped.

Then a loud crash echoed through the tiled walls and the door burst open.

A tall figure stormed in. Tousled dark hair. Jaw clenched. Blue-grey eyes blazing.

"Colt?" she rasped.

The man knelt beside her, face shadowed with worry. “No, Elle,” he whispered, gathering her into his arms. “I’m Cal. I’ve got you now.”

In just five days, Eleanor would be gone for good, and everything with Amiel would finally be over.

Last night, Colt had rushed Eleanor to the hospital in the dead of night, without informing anyone. In her groggy, half-conscious state, she remembered him calling himself "Cal." It struck her as strange, but her head was too fogged with pain and sedation to question it.

Even when her friend Alpha returned home, he never stopped asking how she was feeling. She simply said she was okay, not wanting to ruin the softness in his voice by questioning his real name. All night, they exchanged sweet texts and warm calls while she recovered.

His last message said he was counting down the days until she could finally leave the pack.

And now...

As soon as she returned to the packhouse villa, she was met by the stench of perfume. And lounging across the velvet couch in a thin, lacy robe was Sadie.

Her fake sister looked up, a wicked smile curving her lips. “Back already?” she drawled, stretching like a lazy cat. “You look like you got hit by a bus. Oh wait, maybe a rogue?”

She stood slowly, sauntering over and gripping Eleanor’s chin. Then she shifted her robe slightly, exposing her collarbone and the bite mark there. “See this? Courtesy of our Alpha. Last night, he marked me over and over. On your bed, no less.”

Eleanor stiffened. She had just come from the hospital, barely holding herself together, and all she wanted was a moment of peace.

But Sadie’s words were like barbed wire. Her patience, already razor-thin, was now cracking.

'Keep running that filthy mouth, Sadie, and I swear I’ll rip your tongue out and shove it so far down your throat,' she thought.

Sadie wasn't aware of her internal struggle so she continued. “He said being with you feels like fucking a corpse. He only feels like a real wolf when he’s buried inside me, while I’m clawing his back raw and begging for more.”

The moment the words hit, Eleanor's hand flew on instinct.

The slap rang out sharp across Sadie’s cheek.

Sadie staggered back, stunned. "You..."

“Don’t forget your place, Sadie. I’m still the Luna. You’re just the mistress hiding behind my name.”

She grabbed the redhead bitch's hair and continued. “Push me, and I swear I’ll drag your bastard ass in front of the Council and the Moon Court. Let’s see how long you last once they know you’re nothing but a low-born parasite—a maid’s bastard daughter who slithered her way into my bed, my name, and my mate’s knot like the desperate, secondhand whore you are!"

Sadie’s eyes burned with rage, but before she could retaliate, heavy footsteps sounded in the hall.

Sadie’s posture changed in an instant. She dropped to the floor, knees hitting the polished wood, and began to sob dramatically. “I shouldn’t have crawled back here. I should’ve stayed rotting wherever I came from. I’ll vanish today, I swear! Just don’t hate me, please. I’m not strong enough to be hated by you.”

Eleanor stared at her, wide-eyed.

Sadie suddenly shot to her feet and sprinted toward the stone pillar in the foyer like a rabid animal desperate for attention.

That was when Amiel lunged like a damn fool and grabbed her before she could smash her skull in. “Sadie, what the hell are you doing?”

“You dragged me into this house, and now your precious Luna wants my head on a pike!”

His face twisted. “No one touches you, Sadie. Not even her.” He glared over his shoulder. “Eleanor. Apologize.”

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Apologize!”

“I said nothing that wasn’t true. Maybe you should ask where I was last night.”

He winced, his brows knitting together.

But before he could speak, Eleanor cut in sharply, her hand waving slightly in front of her face as if brushing away a fog. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

“I don’t care!” he barked, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You don’t get to hurt Sadie. And until you say you’re sorry, you’re suspended from Luna duties. Stay out of Council meetings. Out of my way.”

In his mind, stripping her of responsibility was punishment enough.

What he didn’t realize was that Eleanor never cared for the duties. She took them on for him. Because he was lazy. Because he wanted the title, but not the work.

Without another word, he turned away, leading Sadie up the stairs like she was the wounded party.

Before he vanished around the corner, he barked at the nearest warrior, "Drag her to the dungeons. No food, not until she begs for forgiveness."

Eleanor lashed out first, trying to elbow one of the warriors, then turned swiftly to kick the other. But they were too strong.

For three days, Sadie secretly came thrice daily, asking, “Still too proud to crawl, Luna? Or has starvation finally humbled that spoiled little mouth of yours?”

Eleanor never replied.

She just stared out the window.

She was counting down. Four more days. Then Colt would come for her.

Three times a day, like clockwork, that conniving redhead leech strutted into the dungeon, all dolled up like she was stepping onto a runway instead of visiting the woman whose life she helped ruin.

She’d lean against the bars. “Still holding your head up, Luna? Funny, you never held it that high when he was moaning my name.”

Other times, she'd taunt, "You always were second best. Even our mothers preferred me. What made you think he ever would?"

Each visit was another dagger, another reminder that the world above was moving on without her.

One night, Sadie informed Eleanor with an infuriatingly cheerful tone that she and Amiel would be going out of town for a short getaway.

"Don't worry," she cooed through the bars, "we’ll make sure to send you lots of pictures so you won’t get too bored down here. Maybe I’ll even send you one of him in bed."

Then Sadie gasped, clamping her mouth. "Oh wait, I forgot, you’re blind! Never mind the pictures. I’ll send recordings instead. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on the sound of me making your mate scream."

And she proved it.

For two days, Amiel never returned.

But Sadie sent only recordings—voice notes filled with laughter, breathy moans, and whispered taunts meant to claw at Eleanor’s soul.

In the past, she would have cried. Maybe freaked out.

But now, all she felt was numbness.

On the fourth day, weakened by gnawing hunger and severe dehydration, she collapsed onto the cold dungeon floor.

When she finally woke up again, she was in the guest room already.

One of the guards whispered that she had been released from the dungeon only because Luna Sadie requested it.

When she looked out the window that night, she saw the night sky explode in color.

Red, blue, silver sparks lit up the forest—and across the sky, written in glowing letters, was 'Happy Birthday, Sadie. Love, Alpha Amiel.”

With a fire burning in her chest, she stormed into Amiel’s private study. Her fingers shook with rage as she shoved the bookshelf aside and slammed open the hidden panel. Without care, she threw the hospital’s miscarriage report inside like it was poison she needed to be rid of.

Then she pulled out her worn leather notebook and added a final sign from the Goddess Selene.

[100th disappointment: My baby’s gone.]

She finished the last stroke and closed it slowly.

A divorce agreement, a resignation letter, a miscarriage report, and one hundred heart-wrenching memories.

That was her anniversary gift to Amiel.

She packed her suitcase and laid the villa’s keys on the dining table. As she did, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Elder Orin.

[Your identity has been permanently deleted from the Werewolf Archive. This will also severely damage your mark as you are considered dead on record, Luna.”

Eleanor nodded with quiet satisfaction. “Good.”

Then, without a second glance back, she summoned a rideshare and climbed into the backseat of the waiting Uber, ready to leave behind every cursed memory in that godforsaken house.