Chapter 8
Lorik’s familiar scent–cedar and musk–wrapped around me, making it hard to think clearly. It was a smell that once comforted me, a reminder of all the moments we shared, and now it was stirring something deep inside me. My body still remembered him, still craved him, but my mind was sharp, resisting the pull with every ounce of my strength.
I stumbled out of the car, legs unsteady, my mind swimming from both alcohol and the storm of emotions rushing through me. Lorik stood behind, stunned at my abrupt refusal. He wasn’t used to hearing “no” from me. In the past, I had always given in to his touch, his presence, the unspoken bond that had once tied us together so tightly. But things had changed. I had changed.
He followed me, gettingg out of the car and reaching for me again, his hand hovering just inches away. There was something different in his eyes, a mixture of confusion and something else–was it respect? A new understanding? I had never refused him before, and now he seemed unsure of what to do.
“Sherry…” His voice was softer than I expected, tinged with uncertainty. “Let me help you. You’re not in any condition to be out here alone.”
I stubbornly shook off his hand, determined to walk away, but the alcohol was stronger than my will. My legs wobbled beneath me, and the world tilted dangerously. Just as I was about to crash to the ground, Lorik caught me, his arms wrapping around me in a way that felt both familiar and foreign.
“Sherry, I’m not going to do anything. Just… let me take you home. You look… dangerous like this.” His voice broke, almost pleading. He sounded like a man who had realized too late the weight of his
mistakes.
I wanted to push him away, to scream at him for thinking he could fix things with a simple gesture,
but
my body was too weak. I could only blink sluggishly as the world went dark, his words echoing faintly in my mind.
The next morning, I woke up alone.
The room was familiar–too familiar. It was mine, or rather, it used to be. Everything was still in its place, but it no longer felt like home. The bed, the walls, even the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt foreign, like I was intruding in a life that no longer belonged to me.
Sitting up, I blinked, trying to piece together the fragments of last night. Lorik had brought me home,
that much I remembered. But the rest… it was a blur of emotions and exhaustion. I wanted to leave,
to run from this place, from the memories, from him.
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Just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, Lena’s voice echoed in my mind, soft but firm. “Don’t worry, nothing happened last night. But I can feel that Lorik has mixed feelings for you.”
I paused, confused by her words. Mixed feelings? That didn’t seem right. Lorik had always been steadfast in his priorities–his duty, his loyalty to the Silvermoon pack. He never gave the impression that love, or anything resembling it, truly mattered to him. And yet, I couldn’t deny the way he had looked at me last night. The hesitation, the regret–it had been there, even if he couldn’t admit it.
But I didn’t care anymore. Lorik had always been more focused on his responsibilities than on me, and perhaps that was how he would always be. His heart wasn’t mine, nor anyone else’s–it belonged to the Silvermoon pack, and that was the cruel truth I had to accept.
I got dressed quickly, pulling on clothes that felt more like armor than comfort. When I went
ownstairs, Lorcia was waiting, her fingers gripping a crumpled piece of paper. As soon as she saw me, her eyes narrowed, flashing with anger and satisfaction.
I glanced at the note in her hand, catching a glimpse of Lorik’s familiar handwriting before she shredded it, the torn pieces fluttering to the floor like confetti.
“You’re not Luna anymore,” she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. “So stop pretending like you belong here.”
I met her gaze coldly, my heart steady despite the venom in her words. “If you want what I’ve left behind, take it. I have nothing here anymore.”
With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out, leaving her standing there, seething. Behind me, I could hear the sound of something smashing–a vase, perhaps. It was almost funny how easily her composure shattered in the face of indifference.
By early morning, I stood at the entrance of the Werewolf Council.
The cold autumn air cut through me, the fallen leaves crunching beneath my feet. The council
building loomed ahead, its presence grim and foreboding. Three years ago, I had walked into this
place arm in arm with Lorik, our hearts full of hope as we became mates, tied to each other by love and pack loyalty. Now, I was back to sever that bond, to submit my divorce application and walk away from a life that no longer held meaning.
But the door remained closed, no staff member in sight. I waited, my fingers clutching the divorce
petition tightly. The cold wind gnawed at my skin, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t–not until I had
completed what I came to do.
After what felt like hours, a guard approached me. “Ma’am, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice polite but dismissive. “There’s a lot of business today. We may not be able to process your application.”
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That’s fine,” I replied, my voice firm. “I’ll wait.”
And so I did, standing in the biting wind, my resolve unwavering. Time passed slowly, but I refused to leave. Finally, a staff member approached, his eyes flicking nervously between me and the council doors.
“Madam,” he said cautiously, “Why don’t you forget it? Don’t wait any longer. Even if you insist on not getting a divorce, you won’t be able to keep Luna’s position, so you might as well use it to set yourself free.”
His words confused me. What did he mean? “What are you talking about?”
The staff member glanced around, as if fearing someone might overhear. “Lorcia,” he whispered, she’s already spoken to one of the higher–ups. She’s convinced them that you’ll try to hold onto the Luna position, that you’ll cause a scene. She asked us to keep you out.”
A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and unrestrained. “Cause a scene?” I held up the divorce petition, shaking my head in disbelief. “I’m here to file for divorce, not for any competition.”
