Kaelen poured concentrated wolfsbane directly into my festering wounds, his eyes devoid of mercy as the pack watched him punish their plague. I swallowed my screams, hiding the truth: the black blood I coughed up was the fatal curse of his f*******n usurpation, drawn from his soul into my flesh through our mate bond. If I lived, he would force a rejection that would instantly return the curse and kill him. My only escape was stepping into the f*******n Lunar Eclipse Array. The silver flames would burn my body to ash and permanently erase my soul in absolute torment. I would gladly burn to secure his survival, leaving behind nothing but a blackened mate moonstone soaked in my blood beneath the cell floor. Will he ever realize whose rot he truly destroyed?