“Luna Ava was… they said she was tortured for hours with silver… she was killed for sport while pregnant…”
Kieran’s mind exploded with memories–images of our happy life together with our daughter when we were a family of three.
The moonlit runs through the forest, the gentle touches as he felt our second child kick in my belly.
He gripped the bed rail, his voice anguished:
“Willow!”
Meeting the woman’s eyes, now filled with terror, Kieran grabbed a silver dagger from his belt and plunged it directly into her
heart.
“I want you dead!”
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Chaos instantly erupted.
Screams and attempts to intervene came from all directions.
Warriors rushed forward to restrain their Alpha, only to be thrown back by his overwhelming strength.
Onlookers in the crowd even secretly took photos and videos, and the pack enforcers quickly arrived.
My daughter’s hand still clutched the small packet of pain–relieving herbs.
The monitor connected to her showed her heartbeat growing stronger, as if sensing justice was being served.
The Silver Moon Pack suddenly found itself without leadership. Eventually, Kieran’s father, the former Alpha, returned from his
retirement to stabilize the situation.
Willow didn’t die–the healers managed to save her, though the silver left permanent scars across her chest.
Poetic justice for what she had done to me.
But the Elder Alpha, concerned for his granddaughter, specially arranged for both Willow and Kieran to be confined to the pack’s
isolation quarters under the pretense of mental instability.
Away from the pack, away from power, away from my daughter.
Kieran had initially been fine, but I couldn’t forgive his treatment of our daughter.
I couldn’t forget how he had called her a liar when she begged for my life.
Upon discovering I could manifest a physical form, I floated into his room every night, terrifying and disturbing him.
“You let me die,” I would whisper. “You chose her over your mate and unborn child.”
I made it impossible for him to sleep, leaving him to live in constant fear.
The silver–burned form of his dead mate haunting his every moment.
Eventually, I truly drove him to madness.
During his lucid moments, he would constantly remember our former happiness, regretting his actions for the rest of his life.
“Ava,” he would cry, reaching for a ghost that was both there and not there. “Forgive me, please.”
When he wasn’t lucid, he only remembered that he needed to torment a woman named Willow.
“You killed her,” he would snarl. “You killed them both.”
Seeing him in this state, the Elder Alpha abandoned him as well, focusing instead on raising my daughter.
But at Kieran’s request, Willow was locked in his quarters, serving as a target for Kieran’s rage.
Her punishment would be to endure what I had endured–pain, betrayal, and eventually death.
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After my daughter recovered consciousness, 1 quietly revealed myself to her, and we reconectad
“Mom?” she had whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as my spirit form materialized beside her bed
“I’m here, my brave little wolf,” I told her, my ghostly hand brushing her hair.
In a different form, I accompanied my daughter through the years, I watched her grow strong under her geallather & gitare, becoming a fierce and compassionate wolf,
She never forgot what had happened, but she learned to live with the pain, to transform it into streng
I stayed with her until she too, many decades later, left this world,
Before her death, my daughter asked me:
“Mom, are you still in pain from what they did to you?”
I smiled and embraced her in my arms, my spirit form as solid as it had ever been:
“Not anymore. With you here, Mom will never feel pain again.”
As her spirit joined mine, we were finally reunited fully, ready to move on to whatever came next.
Behind us, we left a legacy of truth. The pack had learned what happens when they follow a leader blinded by manipulation
Kieran remained in his isolation until his death, tormented by regret and my ghostly presence.
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