I dragged my corrupted body back from the abyss rift, only to watch Kaelen publicly sever our mate bond. He held Lyra tightly as the pack cheered, her skin radiating a gentle light. He never knew the miracle he praised was merely the magic she stole from my poisoned blood. Instead of exposing the thief, I stayed silent. When the elders demanded I surrender the Priestess Sigil to Lyra, I let them strip it away, feeling my remaining lifespan shatter into mere days. I willingly gave up my authority, enduring the excruciating pain of the forced transfer without a single plea. As Kaelen eagerly prepared for the Blood Moon coronation, I retreated to the freezing shadows. I would let him crown his fake Luna, quietly waiting to see what remains when my final breath breaks.