Chapter Thirty-Two – A Choice Lost
Pain consumed him. Every nerve in his body burned as though fire poured through his veins. The infirmary blurred in and out of focus—voices muffled, hands pressing against wounds, his wolf snarling weakly inside him.
Then darkness pulled him under again.
When his eyes opened, he was no longer in the infirmary.
He stood barefoot in a vast meadow under a silver sky, moonlight spilling like water over the tall grass. The air was still, too still, and his body—whole, uninjured, yet weighed down with something heavier than wounds—knew he wasn’t in the mortal realm anymore.
A figure appeared before him, radiant and cloaked in shimmering white. Her eyes were ageless, reflecting starlight and sorrow in equal measure. The Moon Goddess.
“Alpha Tristan,” sh
