We warned you not to love beyond your kind, Elder Tharros spoke with rage, his voice in pain and anger, Yet you defied the Moon Goddess didn't you?....,and now your womb births only curses and destruction upon our people and us all.
Another elder ranted with rage in his voice, holding on his prayer beads as if they could take off the shame, "The Snowveil line should have ended with her,but an old witch , her foggy aging eyes staring at the fire's flames.
"But her blood's on all our hands."said the witch…
There were sounds of Murmurs throughout the crowd and pack, fear thick as smoke. Some bowed their heads, others spat on the ground, uttering words of curse."Her tears brought ruin, her love brought death, and her child will bring the end of all.." declared the High Seer.
And as Isla's first cry was held all over the night, the villagers went into rage and pain
"A daughter of betrayal… born during a broken moon.
The talks and rage of the elders still vivid in her skull as Lyria walked stumbling in pain and tears through the streets, her breath ragged, her arms trembling from the weight of the little bundled infant.
Her daughter. Isla.
"Her rotten child will bring the end and destruction of us all." Those words refused to die it's Stoke to head like glue it kept repeating..
But Once, Lyria had been the pride of the pack, the Snowveil princess, her hair silver as moonlight, voice as soft as the rivers. But does pride had turned to ashes the night she gave her heart to a man who was not a wolf someone considered forbidden, a man whose blood carried fire instead of ice. Love had been her rebellion, and her rebellion had become her damnation and crime..
Now the fruit of that love .., the innocent infant weakly in her arms, crying and wailing into the night, a sound both fragile and condemning.
Tears fell down Lyria's cheeks as she reached the border of the settlement, where the stone path met the forgotten gathering heaps of human waste. The stench of rot and decay stung her nose, mixing with the salt of her grief.
She bent down to her knees beside the rusted bin holding Isla tight.Forgive me my daughter ,she said in tears, kissing the infant's moist forehead. "Forgive me for loving wrongly and been disobedient. Forgive me for not being strong enough to fight them I hope the moon goddess protects you.
Isla's tiny hands wrapped around her finger never letting go, a desperate grib. Lyria almost broke, almost turned back, rethinking it. But then she heard the of footsteps in the snow behind her, voices carrying:
"The witch's daughter lives."
"She will doom us all if not cast out."
Her heart gnarled. With a sob and pain, Lyria forced her finger from Isla's grasp with tears in her eyes, tucking the babe into the rags she had carried. She laid her inside the bin, her cries swallowed by the darkness.
Lyria stood, her knees buckling, her body shaking as though torn in two.
She wanted to scream. To fight. To claim her daughter against the world.
But fear is a crueler master than love.
Grabbing her cloak around her, she turned away, each step heavier than the last, leaving behind the child who would grow to be a curse or perhaps a salvation.
Behind her, the infant wailed loudly into the night sky, her voice rising like a lament to the moon.
And though Lyria did not see it, the clouds parted. A faint moonlight touched Isla's skin, like the sky chose her for something deep.
18 years later grown up and mate worthy
Isla's the damned child marked to bring destruction to the pack.. Now lives as an orphan or the street begging from hand to hand to eat …
Isla meeting Aiden for the first , heart raced Aiden's gaze had marked her beautiful long hair and piercing blue eyes was a thing of wonder….. The bond between them both was evident and strong…
For days the spark of bond had burned brightly… and in a few days alpha heir Aiden will be allowed to announce his mate..
Came the day But when the Alpha heir stepped forth his words cut sharp and deep..
You? My mate? I'd sooner burn than touch such a wretched damned girl like you u nothing but a curse I choose Selene she is the flame, you are the ashes of night… .
The crowd erupted in cruel laughter Selene's looked with disgust at isla ,It cut her deeper than the claws of beasts that hunts .
The bond then snapped and was cutted a agonizing pain her chest a was in flame of pain
She staggered, gasped, her cries unheard, her shame became her name, her embarrassment became her reality...
Aiden turned, unflinching, his heart a callous stone. The pack saw just an omega fall. But in her blood something unknown... .