Savage resolve: A wolf's journey to freedom

Blake:

As I grappled with Mia's unsuccessful shift last night, my mind raced with concern, not just because she didn't shift, but because of the color of her wolf. White wolves were exceedingly rare, with legend suggesting that only one family, the Alpha king's bloodline, possessed them. Their rarity was matched only by their strength and potential for destruction if not properly controlled by their human side.

The significance of Mia's white wolf form weighed heavily on my mind. While their strength was undeniable, so too was their potential for chaos if left unchecked. I couldn't help but understand why her parents had cautioned her against shifting.

In the days that followed, I immersed myself in research, desperate for any information that could shed light on Mia's situation. However, my efforts yielded little beyond the knowledge that white wolves had become targets for alpha leaders seeking to maintain order within their packs.

The hunt for white wolves had become a widespread practice, driven by fear and a desire to eliminate any perceived threats to the pack hierarchy. It seemed that Mia's very existence as a white wolf had placed her in the crosshairs of those who sought to maintain control at any cost.

As I grappled with the implications of my findings, a sense of urgency and determination washed over me. Mia's safety was paramount, and I vowed to do whatever it took to protect her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

With each passing day, my resolve strengthened, fueled by the knowledge that Mia's fate rested in my hands. Together, we would navigate the uncertain terrain ahead, drawing strength from each other as we confronted the challenges that lay in wait.

As I looked to the future, uncertainty mingled with determination in my heart. Whatever trials lay ahead, I would stand by Mia's side, unwavering in my commitment to her well-being and the preservation of our pack.

Feeling uncertain, I took the car back home. It had been a whole bloody week since I left, and every day I had thought about returning or reaching out to her. But I knew she would only feel worse if I did, so I blocked out everything else and focused solely on finding help.

However, upon arriving at my apartment and not finding her there, I felt completely empty. Hearing from my beta what had happened in my absence only compounded my feelings of failure. How could I have thought she would feel bad about me not talking to her, when instead I had made her feel unwelcome and used?

God, I needed to find her. My decision to block everyone and everything out had been meant to protect her. I didn't want her coming to the office and risking exposure to the alphas who were hunting down white wolves. That would have caused a lot of problems, both for her and for our pack.

Calling my grandma and finding out she hadn't been at work broke me even more. What if something bad had happened to her? The thought gnawed at my insides, filling me with dread and guilt. I couldn't possibly live with myself if something had happened to her.

Taking the address from her CV, I drove to her apartment as fast as I could. On the way there, I tried calling her several times, but there was no answer.

Arriving at her building, I wasted no time and made my way to her door. After knocking for what felt like an eternity without a response, I sought out the landlord, who thankfully had a spare key. With a heavy heart, I let myself inside.

The sight that greeted me was heartbreaking. The apartment was in shambles, with broken objects scattered everywhere. My heart clenched in my chest as I surveyed the chaos, dread creeping over me with each passing moment.

Then, in the corner of the room, I saw her lying there, curled up on the floor. My mate, the woman who I have come to love, looked so small and vulnerable, it broke my heart.

As I approached her, I noticed the marks on the wall, as if she had been dragging her nails through them in distress. And then I caught it, the unmistakable scent of her heat. It filled the air, sweet and intoxicating, sending a shiver down my spine.

Fuck. She was in heat, and I hadn't been here to ease her pain. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, filling me with a profound sense of failure and shame. What kind of mate was I, to leave her alone in her time of need?

As I approached her, I was met with a fierce growl and the piercing gaze of blazing blue eyes. It was clear that her wolf was in control, and my presence only seemed to agitate her further.

"Sky, it's me. Please, sweetheart, calm down," I pleaded, hoping to reason with her. But she showed no signs of listening, her attention fixed firmly on the wall in front of her.

Realizing that words alone wouldn't reach her, I allowed my own wolf, Blaze, to take over. With a deep breath, I let him speak through me, hoping to break through the barrier of anger and pain that surrounded her.

"Sky, baby girl, I'm truly sorry for leaving you when you needed me the most. Not communicating with you was selfish of me, and I regret it deeply. Please, just look at me," I implored, my voice filled with remorse and longing.

But before I could say another word, she spoke, her voice heavy with emotion and exhaustion. "If you've come here to give me the rejection you planned on because I'm not fit to be your Luna, then go ahead, Blaze. I'm tired of trying so hard to please everyone, to be a better version of myself that would be loved and cherished. I thought you could give me all that, but these last few days have proven to me how insecure and insignificant I am to you. So thank you for the happiness you gave me while it lasted. But please, do us both a favor and just reject me so I can stop feeling all these crazy emotions through the bond when it's bloody obvious you don't give a shift about me."

Her words cut deep, slicing through the already shattered pieces of my heart. The pain in her voice was palpable, a stark reminder of the damage I had caused.

It broke my heart to know that everything she was feeling now was a result of my own actions, my own failures as a mate. And as I stood there, unable to find the right words to ease her pain, I knew that I had to make things right, no matter what it took.