The moment they touched the ground, they released scent imprints–wolf magic designed to preserve the memory of a n Every single image showed Sophia tangled with a different male.
In the most damning one, a bloated, middle–aged man lay beneath her, a fresh mating mark seared onto his throat.
He picked up the photo and looked for the date on the corner of the image.
It was the same night Lucas had been patrolling the northern border.
His pupils contracted into razor–thin slits. His claws tore through the photograph in his grasp before his brain could fully process the betrayal.
“We should have executed this wench the moment we uncovered the truth,” His father snarled, his tail raised high, the thick battle fur along his spine bristling.
“Ava-” his voice cracked for the first time, grief slipping through his rage. “Every hunt, she gave up the finest kill for this snake. And in return?”
Lucas’s breath came in ragged bursts.
“No… this… this can’t be…”
His hands trembled as if trying to grasp a reality already crumbling around him.
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“Sophia isn’t… she wouldn’t…”
“You think we’re as blind as you?” His father spat.
The pack’s enforcers stepped forward, each bearing evidence of their investigation. One of them held out a necklace–a pendant engraved with sacred wolf runes. The instant it shattered against the floor, a burst of silver–blue light flooded the room.
A pack trial
A spell woven into the stone activated, projecting the recorded memory into the air.
The entire pack watched.
Sophia–entirely shifted into her wolf form–stood at the edge of the mine shaft, her claws gleaming under the moonlight. Her
pupils had narrowed into predatory slits.
And then–The fatal moment. She lunged.
Her claws slashed fabric, shoving Ava into the abyss.
But the most damning evidence came after.
Sophia, pretending to be wounded, had scraped her own arm with a supposed “silver ore.”
Yet–No smoke. No burn. No reaction.
A werewolf’s flesh usually sizzles and rots upon contact with real silver,
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But Sophia was not at all affected. She had faked it all.
Lucas’s ears flattened entirely against his skull. His tail curled tightly between his legs–a stance of complete submission.
The last remnants of his denial crumbled with the final frames of the recording.
A strangled, agonized howl tore from his throat, the raw pain of an Alpha mourning his mate and unborn child. The sheer force of his grief shattered every glass object in the funeral hall.
Above it all, I floated, weightless in the glow of the moonlight.
I looked down at my fading form. My once–solid claws had nearly disappeared.
By the laws of our kind, those who died betrayed by their mates would never ascend to the Moon Goddess.
Instead, they would become nothing but scattered dust in the moonlight.
Forever trapped where they had perished.
On the ground below, Sophia had collapsed, trembling violently.
And the pack? They bared their fangs at her.
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The scent clinging to her fur–Ten. Maybe more-
The lingering pheromones of multiple males. She had deceived them all, and her lies had finally come to an end.
