Sandra's Wrath

The Silver Wing Pack's grand hall radiated with joy and excitement.

Shiny golden chandeliers glimmered overhead, casting a cozy light on the hundreds of pack members who gathered for the wedding of their Alpha, Daniel Macron, and his fated mate, Sandra.

It was a union that had been destined by the stars, anticipated by every Mystic forest pack member to bring in a new period of strength,hope and prosperity.

Sandra was overjoyed, holding her breath as she looked at the view in front of her.

The intricate details on her white-lace dress sparkled in the candlelight, creating an elegant masterpiece.

Her black hair was in waves, secured up, and adorned with white roses to coordinate with the bouquet she held.

Next to her was her younger sister, Lucy, holding onto her arm tightly, her eyes filled with joy.

Lucy;softly remarked, her voice filled with pride and amazement, "You look like a queen.'" Sandra smiled softly, her heart full of love for her younger sister.

Lucy had always been her biggest supporter, her pillar of strength, her rock when things got rough.

While walking down the stairs, she could feel Lucy's presence hovering close by, like a protective shadow.

They'd been through so much together, including losing both parents and living with Olenna their stepmother;a cruel, harsh, manipulative and calculating woman who tightly controlled their lives.

But today was different. Today belonged to Sandra, and nothing could spoil it.

This was the moment she had always dreamed of. She had met Daniel when they were young, and their immediate connection made others jealous.

Daniel became the Alpha just one year earlier after his father passed away. He is strong, attractive, and fiercely devoted. Everyone loves and respects him.

For a moment, the world around them faded, and all Sandra could see was Daniel. Her fated mate. Her love. Her future.

"Today is the day. " "This evening is perfect," she murmured to herself, with a wide smile on her face. As she walked towards the altar, the bouquet she carried, filled with white roses and silver eucalyptus, felt delightfully weightless.

The music swelled, and the pack stood in unison to honour the couple.

Sandra's heart raced as she locked eyes with Daniel, his gaze filled with warmth and adoration.His presence always had a way of calming the storm within her, and tonight was no different.

Now they'd reached the pinnacle of their adventure. The entire pack gathered to celebrate the union of their Alpha and his Luna.

As Sandra walked the hallway, she spotted Daniel standing at the altar, waiting for her.

He was stunning in his cut black suit, with broad shoulders and polished features that portrayed status and security. But what genuinely stole her breath away was the way his warm brown eyes softened when he looked at her .

Daniel held her hand as she reached to his side, his fingers lightly touching hers.

Their electric connection was a silent promise of the life they were going to build together. "You look... perfect," he said, his voice calm yet full of love. His warm and charming smile made Sandra's chest flutter.

"And you, my love, look like the Alpha you were always meant to be," Sandra replied, her voice barely more than a breath. She couldn't help but smile as she spoke the words-this was the finest moment of her life.

With her long silver robes flowing like liquid moonlight, the priestess stood in front of them and lifted her arms to initiate the sacred rites.

The entire pack became silent, the weight of the moment sinking in.

The priestess spoke with a strong, lovely voice, "Today we are gathered here to celebrate the union of Alpha Daniel Macron and his fated mate, Sandra." Their love gives us strength. Their relationship gives us hope.

The ceremony was filled with tradition.

They exchanged vows, promises not just to each other but to the entire pack they would lead and guide together.

Sandra spoke with determination as she pledged her love and devotion to Daniel, her heart growing fonder with each word.

Every word coming from Daniel was filled with passion, clearly showing his love for her.

The pack celebrated, their voices rising like a wave while the priestess gave her blessing to their bond. Sandra was bursting with joy-this was all she had ever dreamed of.

The world around her was perfect.

But just as the final blessings were about to be spoken, something shifted.

Daniel's hold on her hands suddenly became tighter. Sandra Looked up at him, expecting to see his familiar smile, but instead, what she saw was a pale face and trembling lips that seemed like they were gasping for air.

"Daniel?" Sandra mumbled, panic starting to creep into her chest.

He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. His body shook as if an invisible energy had taken control of him and his eyes. In terror, his eyes widened as his body convulsed.

Before Sandra could even understand what was going on, Daniel fell to the ground.

"Hey", "Daniel!!" Sandra exclaimed while dropping to her knees next to him.Her hands moved gently across his body, looking for any sign of life, any hint that this was simply a horrible mistake.

However, his body was cold.

Lifeless.

The crowd panics.

The joyous celebration that had filled the hall moments before was replaced by a thick silence, heavy with disbelief and fear.

"Somebody help! Please!" Sandra's voice cracked as she tried to shake Daniel awake, but he remained still.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing holding onto him tightly.

The warriors rushed forward, but it was already too late.

Daniel's eyes, once so full of love, were now dull and empty. The realisation hit her with the force of a physical impact-he was gone. Her mate. Her love.

The love she has. In an instant, her entire future was torn apart suddenly.

"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice breaking with every word.

Tears spilt from her eyes while she clung to Daniel's lifeless body.

"Please don't leave me. I can't do this without you", I can't live without you.

But no amount of pleading could bring him back.

The pack fell into shocked silence as whispers started, initially quiet but eventually becoming louder and more aggressive.

"She did this"

someone muttered, and Sandra's heart froze. She looked up, Her tear-streaked face was full of disbelief as she glanced up.

"What?" Her voice trembled.

"She poisoned him," another voice hissed from the crowd.

Sandra shook her head violently, her mind spinning. "No! I didn't... I would never-"

But the accusations grew louder, spreading through the crowd like wildfire.

Faces that had once looked at her with love and joy were now filled with doubt, repulsion, and animosity.

She felt extreme pain in her heart as she looked at the lifeless body of Daniel, the man who meant the whole-word to her. Gone. And along with him, any chance of a future.

Olenna stepped forward, her expression grim, her voice carrying authority as she spoke.

"Sandra, you've disgraced us all. How could you?

"Seize her," Olenna commanded, and the warriors stepped forward without any hesitation.

"I did Not! I beg of you! Sandra wept while fighting against them as they held her arms and started pulling her away from Daniel's lifeless body.

"You must trust what I am saying!" I didn't do it! I loved him!

"The evidence points to you, Sandra," Olenna said, her voice dripping with disdain. "There was poison in Daniel's drink. You're the only one who could have done this."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her pack, who were once her family, now regarded her as a monster.

Even the warriors who had sworn to protect her took a step back, their eyes cold and accusing.

As Sandra was being taken away, her eyes met Daniel's lifeless body for one last time.

The man who had been her everything and the entire world was gone, and along with him, went any chance of happiness or peace.

She looked around in her desperation, hoping to see Lucy, her faithful little sister. But Lucy was nowhere to be found. The last trace of her support, her family, had vanished, just like her hopes.

Sandra felt overwhelmed by the weight of everything as she was tossed into a chilly, wet dungeon.

The intensity of the pain in her heart was so great that it seemed capable of tearing her apart.

She placed her hands on her chest, attempting to keep herself composed as tears overtook her body.

Sandra experienced true despair for the first time in her life. All that she had ever cherished, all that she had ever desired, had disappeared

And she was alone.