I met a desperate death in the silver mine. The mind link was severed, and Lucas could no longer sense my condition.
The silver-infused air corroded my body, my blood burning as if set ablaze. Every inch of my skin twisted in excruciating pain.
My bones had already shattered from the fall, and the power of the silver had suppressed my most basic healing abilities. My howls echoed in the bottomless pit, only to fade into silence.
Darkness engulfed me like a beast devouring my soul, yet the muffled voices from above kept my consciousness teetering between life and death.
I struggled to summon the remnants of my wolf instincts, to awaken the slumbering beast within me, and break free from this abyss. But the silver’s corrosion left me powerless.
I was nothing more than a lifeless heap of flesh, swallowed by the cold stone.
When the pack finally found my body, it was already unrecognizable—bloodied and broken, my stiffened wolf claws curled in agony. My fur was charred black, and my exposed bones gleamed pale under the light. The once-powerful Luna was now nothing but a shattered corpse.
Yet, my soul lingered, straight away reaching the hospital where Lucas was, watching him discard me even after my death.
“Her elbows and knees are injured—quick, give her the best treatment immediately!”
