The Rejected Link

orning, which was not good with only three

re in the wee hours of the morning lea

e screamed on the ot

comforter over my head, turned to

t after that. And if Clarisse is anything like I know her, she's slowly counting before she kic

met with the sole of

t did it

ll asleep by thi

looks at me like I've grown two heads, a

reply, and heads to my closet. She starts rummaging through my cloth

a sigh, I did need to go back to sleep.

comes out muffled from her head being in the

to remember what today could be, and

'm going to pretend I didn't hear that!" She responds, he

me. Right, the moon festival! Every year, during the third fu

ir betas and their families. All the council members

d, but I never did. I assured her that the

d betas, will spar with each other, children playing in the fields or just enjoying the show and stuffing their faces with f

eople had an opportunity to show off their abilities:

e bounce in her step, the way she shakes every outfit she takes out. For some

" I call

iftly turning to me wi

Mother on y

mate! When were you going to tell me?" She crosses her hands across he

r mate, you'd finally follow me to the moo

I never break a promise. Clarrise squeals with joy and hug

risse seated on my bed by what I assume is my outfit. It's

o Mother. As we stroll to the moonstone where the festival

I had wanted to go back to the packhouse today once I was healed and stable but

a are sparring in a corner. The alpha scoops the beta up from his torso and lands him flat on the ground where the beta

w o

. He should be here. We pass the children playing in the fie

Alpha and Luna ahead just by the moonstone. I drag my eyes over the Alpha, lookin

no E

y search around them but to no a

over to the Alpha. The place is packed so it's a hassle evad

sensation that touches every fiber of my being. It begins as a subtle hum, a vibra

h the rhythm of an unseen force, and th

eone bumps into me and whispers something, "You shouldn't have come here.