Jasmine knew that Kael had fallen out of love with her ever since he heard her chats with the other she-wolves about Corvine.
The memory of that day burned in her mind like a brand, the way his face had crumbled, when he told Voren about it, the way something inside him had shattered beyond repair.
No matter how she tried, she couldn’t nourish the secret love he once felt for her. It was dead, buried, gone.
Though she had grown for him a love that would never die, she also understood that true love could never be forced.
It was a river that had to flow freely, not a dam that could be built by will alone. Now, she was giving him the chance to accept or reject her. The choice was his.
"I’m sorry, Jasmine."
Kael’s voice was heavy as he spoke, weighted with regret and something that sounded almost like grief. His eyes were dark, troubled, filled with the ghosts of what could have been.
"I...reject you."
Jasmine smiled through the pain. The expression was brittle on her face, a fragile thing that threatened to shatter at any moment. But she held it. She held it because she refused to let him see her break.
"There, it doesn’t hurt, Kael. I wish you all the best."
She was freed from the bond and right now, she wanted to live for herself. The thread that had connected them snapped, fading into nothingness. She didn’t even wish to be paired with anyone else.
She had lusted for two men, and they didn’t want her. The one who wanted her, she broke his heart. Now, she needed time to heal from it all. Time to piece together the fragments of herself that had been scattered across the years.
As Kael saw her walking to join the other she-wolves, discomfort settled deep inside his chest.
It was a strange feeling, an ache he couldn’t name. He had waited so long for true love and didn’t want to be spare.
Jasmine had only settled for him because she could not get either Voren or Corvine, and that was Kael’s reason for the rejection. But watching her walk away, her shoulders straight, her head held high, he wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.
More rejections took place before the shaman spoke, her voice carrying across the clearing with the weight of ancient authority.
"It’s two hours to the Blood Moon. The moon goddess will now make her appearance."
A cold wind passed between them, followed by snowflakes. But instead of the coldness they were expecting, it felt rather warm. The snowflakes danced in the air, swirling around them like tiny stars fallen from the sky.
Then suddenly, the snowflakes moved together, circling like a tornado. The wind howled, the air crackled with power, and everyone held their breath.


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