Chapter 7
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One day.
Just one day remained until the full moon—until what should have been our bonding ceremony.
"Settling in, Miss Silverstone?" Marcus Thornfield, the Southern Forest's chief healer, joined me with a warm smile.
"Please, call me Aria," I replied. "Everything's perfect. Thank you for the arrangements."
Marcus was an older werewolf whose silver-white hair and beard lent him dignity, though his eyes remained gentle and wise.
"Your lab is ready," he said. "All herbs and equipment have been set up to your specifications."
I followed him gratefully to the lab. The facility outshined anything in the North—spacious and flooded with light, rare herbs meticulously organized on gleaming shelves.
"Perfect," I murmured, running my fingers over a silver-leaf herb unique to the South. "With these, my research can truly advance."
"We're eager to see your results," Marcus said earnestly. "Your work on pain management during transformation shows remarkable promise."
I smiled, experiencing a forgotten sense of accomplishment. Here, I wasn't Dominic's mate or the Blackwood family's future daughter-in-law—just a respected healer and researcher.
"I'll start work immediately," I said, "but I need to address some personal matters first."
Marcus nodded knowingly. "Separation symptoms? I see your bond mark is fading."
I glanced at my wrist, startled to find the once-sharp crescent mark now blurred and indistinct.
"That's happening faster than I expected," I said quietly. "The texts said it would take weeks, maybe months."
"Every bonded pair is unique," Marcus explained. "When one party has truly decided to move on, the mark often fades more quickly."
I nodded, unsure whether to feel relief or grief. The vanishing mark meant my connection to Dominic was weakening—less pain, yes, but also the definitive end of our relationship.
"I've prepared an herbal tea that helps with the symptoms," Marcus offered gently. "If you need it."
"Thanks, but I brought my own remedies," I replied. "I should manage."
After leaving the lab, I returned to my assigned cabin. The cozy space was simple but comfortable—perfect for fresh starts.
I unpacked my meager possessions. As I removed my research notes, a photo slipped out—Dominic and me at Northern Lake, taken just after we'd confirmed our bond.
In the image, we beamed at each other, eyes brimming with love and hope. We had no clue what lay ahead.
I hesitated before tucking the photo into the back of a drawer—not to preserve it, but hoping someday I might view it without heartache.
My wrist throbbed again. I downed a potion and decided to explore my new surroundings.
The Southern Forest felt warmer and more humid than the North, lush with diverse vegetation. Floral and herbal scents perfumed the air, invigorating yet soothing.
Wandering the forest paths, I tasted a freedom I'd never known—no family expectations, no broken promises, just me and my ambitions.
Tomorrow, when the full moon rises, my new life begins.
No longer someone's destined partner, but simply Aria Silverstone—healer, woman, dream-chaser.
——
At Northern Station, Dominic paced anxiously, awaiting the southern train.
One day.
Just one day remained until the full moon—his final chance to win me back.
"Your ticket, sir," the attendant said, passing him a slip. "Southern train arrives in ten minutes."
Dominic nodded thanks and resumed pacing. He'd barely slept, rehearsing explanations and apologies through the night.
The blurring mark on his wrist filled him with unfamiliar panic. If it vanished completely, their bond would be irreparably severed.
"Dominic!" Vivian's voice rang out. He turned to see his sister hurrying toward him. "You're really going south?"
"Yes," he said firmly. "I need to find Aria and make things right."
Vivian's eyes flashed with displeasure before she masked it. "What about me? You're just abandoning me?"
Dominic took a deep breath and met his sister's gaze squarely—without guilt or obligation for the first time. "Vivian, you're grown now. You don't need my protection. Besides, you've never been as fragile as you pretend."
Vivian stared in shock, blindsided by her typically gentle brother's directness.
"For three years," Dominic continued, voice quiet but resolute, "I've postponed our bonding ceremony repeatedly for you, constantly disappointing Aria. That ends now."
"You're choosing her over me," Vivian said, hurt edging her voice. "Your own sister."
"This isn't about choosing, Vivian," Dominic shook his head. "It's about balance. I love you—you'll always be my sister. But Aria is my destined mate, and I can't keep ignoring that."
In the distance, a whistle announced the approaching southern train.
"I need to go," Dominic said, grabbing his bag. "We'll talk properly when I return."
Vivian said nothing, watching silently as he boarded and disappeared into the carriage.
As the train pulled away, Dominic settled into his seat and stared out the window. The northern landscape receded while his resolve strengthened.
Tomorrow, under the full moon, he would face me, beg forgiveness, and plead for another chance.
This time, he wouldn't let me down.
——
Night descended, bathing the Southern Forest in silver. I sat on my cabin porch, gazing at the nearly-full moon.
Tomorrow it would reach fullness—and I would find complete freedom.
The mark on my wrist had nearly vanished, leaving just a ghostly outline. Separation pains had mostly subsided, with only occasional twinges reminding me of our former bond.
Marcus approached with a steaming cup. "Tomorrow brings the full moon," he said quietly. "Are you ready?"
I accepted the cup, warmth seeping into my fingers. "Ready for what?"
"The Rebirth Ceremony," he explained. "When bonded mates choose separation, the full moon offers the ideal time to complete the rebirth. The ritual severs the connection entirely, granting true freedom."
I looked up, surprised. "I didn't know such a ritual existed."
"A Southern Pack tradition," Marcus smiled. "We believe everyone deserves to choose their own path—even destined mates."
I studied my fading mark, weighing this choice. Severing my connection to Dominic meant permanently closing that chapter and truly beginning anew.
"I need to think," I said finally. "This is no small decision."
Marcus nodded, squeezing my shoulder gently. "Of course. Take your time. The ritual happens tomorrow at moonrise. If you choose to participate, come to the central square."
After he left, I remained on the porch, deep in thought.
Tomorrow I would face a pivotal choice: completely sever ties with my past, or preserve that final thread of possibility?
Whatever my decision, tomorrow would mark the beginning of a fundamentally different life.
No more waiting. No more compromising. Living solely for myself.
