How did my life come to this? Rejected by my mate, betrayed by my family, and now stripped of the one thing that gave me hope—I have lost my pup. I have nothing left. Nothing. I gave everything I had, poured every drop of love and loyalty into those who were supposed to protect me, and they took it all without hesitation. They left me hollow, scraped raw until there is nothing left to offer.
Why am I still here? What more is the Goddess waiting for me to give? I am tired. So tired. Every breath feels like a punishment, every heartbeat like a cruel reminder that I survived when my pup did not.
My wolf feels the same. She lies curled inside me, her once fierce presence now dimmed, broken. There is no fire in her anymore, only grief that mirrors my own.
I drift in this endless fog, this he
