Through our mate bond, I directly felt Kael intimately soul-melding with Lyra in his dreams. His desires frantically craved her shadow magic while instinctively repelling my pure Luna essence. He wasn't just sheltering another woman; he was replacing my soul with hers. At the Full Moon Ceremony, I will not submit to the dual-leadership he violently demands. Instead, I will plunge the invisible blade of the Blood-Fading Pact into my own heart. The cost is absolute: my werewolf bloodline will be brutally stripped, my healing magic erased, and half my lifespan forfeited forever. "Your throne is crowded, Kael, and I choose the sky." As the severed bond shatters his soul, I will fall backward into the f*******n Moonless Abyss, leaving everything behind.