I clutched my festering silver bullet wound while my fated mate, Kael, carried the uninjured Selene. "Leaving you to save her first was the optimal tactical loss-control," he stated coldly, demanding my Luna barrier stone to soothe her nightmares. He ignored the dropped bait pouch reeking of Selene's scent—proof she orchestrated the ambush. I refused to be his disposable shield. At the Seal Ceremony, I sliced my wrist over the black moon flames, initiating the f*******n bond-severing ritual. The price was catastrophic: seven years of my devotion to his territory shattered, and my soul fractured, leaving an irreversible, lifelong scar. As Kael collapsed from the agonizing backlash of our torn connection, I dragged my bleeding body into the deadly Fog Forest, stepping straight into Supreme Alpha Lucius's ruthless domain.