They were silent after the Crescent Moon pack left.
Roselyn stood by the window, watching the trees sway against the gray morning light. Their silhouettes stretched long and thin across the clearing, fading into the mist that blanketed the forest. For the first time since arriving in this pack, she was completely alone.
The silence pressed against her — heavy, almost suffocating.
Doubt crept in, quiet but relentless.
Did I make the right decision?
The thought came like a whisper, like a shadow slipping between the cracks of her resolve.
But then, she remembered Elaine’s words — steady, gentle, certain.
“This is your life, Roselyn. You’re the one who will live with the regret if you don’t give yourself a chance to be happy with your fated mate.”
A chance at happiness. That was what
