Chapter5
High atop the sacred mountain, Corvin stood draped in a gold–embroidered cloak, facing the altar with Lilith at his side.
Around them, the elders chanted the ancient hymns, the pack encircling the ceremony in solemn reverence.
His expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever, until, in the next breath, he froze.
It was as if chains had been ripped from his very core. His wolf thrashed inside him–wild, furious, breaking apart like it was being torn in two.
Selena?
He spun around sharply, but his instincts found nothing.
Her scent was gone. Completely gone. Even Fenrir’s faint, young wolf–scent had vanished with it.
He tried to track them on pure instinct, but there was nothing, no trail, no trace.
Corvin kicked the altar over, tearing his arm from Lilith’s grasp as he bolted toward the mountain path.
“Move!”
Gasps erupted behind him. “Alpha! The ritual isn’t finished!”
Two senior guards stepped in his way, he sent them flying with a single blow. His golden eyes blazed, his wolf nearly breaking free.
He tore down the mountain like a beast loosed from a cage, heading straight for Selena’s old home near the border.
The moment he pushed open the door, a gust of frigid wind swept in, thick with the acrid sting of ash.
The house was empty.
Everything she had left behind was gone, burned to nothing. Even her familiar lingering scent had been erased.
Corvin stood rigid in the doorway, as if he’d turned to stone. Slowly, he stepped inside.
In the heap of charred remains lay a half–burned wooden wolf, tilted, fragile, the naming gift he had personally chosen for Fenrir.
When he picked it up, pain stabbed through his fingertips, and his wolf’s howl burst free, rattling him to the knees.
He forced himself not to collapse, but blood filled his mouth with a sharp metallic tang
“Where did you go…” His voice was a low, guttural snarl “How dare you leave me like this?”
He hurled the toy to the floor, his roar tearing from his chest.
“You promised you wouldn’t leave me!”
Crouching in the ashes, he clutched his head, fingers digging into his baly like a man unraveling
He reached for their bond, only to find it severest, completely, with no answer
lie was no longer her mate Even her will recoiled at luis wort
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“They used a witch’s draught to erase them.”
Corvin stopped dead, his eyes bloodshot. “A draught?”
“Yes. It can only be performed by the one herself, to sever all ties completely.”
It meant she had planned this for a long time.
Corvin staggered back, the weight on his chest like an iron chain. His wolf raged inside him, grief howling to the point of tearing him
apart.
He clenched his teeth until they ached, but still coughed up blood.
“She doesn’t need me anymore.”
It was the first time he had said the words aloud.
That night, Corvin never returned to the sacred mountain.
Lilith stood alone on the high platform until long past dark, no one beside her to complete the holy rite.
The mountaintop remained empty.
And the pack’s newly crowned Alpha wolf sat alone in the long–abandoned house, leaning against the cold stone wall, nails biting deep into his palms while his wolf wept.
Tonight, the entire pack waited for him to finish the ceremony.
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