Chapter 219 MOON’S CALL
Mirabelle
"Percival, huh?" I mused aloud, feeling the tension growing between the young wolves. They were posturing, their bodies tense, eager to rise through the ranks. It was not just the younger wolves either—older males were starting to circle, all looking for an opportunity.
Maybe Percival would not become Alpha, but that hardly mattered now. He still held the Alpha title because of his bloodline, and that title was up for grabs to whoever could prove themselves worthy. Bringing down an Alpha-blooded male would give anyone an edge.
As I stood there, watching them, I realized I already knew what I had to do.
I walked away from the group of wolves, both young and old, and continued down the dirt road. The wind tugged at my blonde hair, making it whip around as I quickened my pace. There was a growing urgency, like the moon itself was sending me its instructions—whispering what needed to be done. I could feel it deep inside me: today was going to be a big day.
Another day that would ignite a rebellion.
One that could completely shatter the pack’s hierarchy.
As I made my way toward the clinic, I felt a sudden, sharp cramp in my abdomen. I stopped dead in my tracks, a sharp hiss escaping through clenched teeth as I doubled over, clutching my belly. My body betrayed me, and before I could even process what was happening, my vision blurred. I felt my eyes roll back as darkness swept over me, pulling me under.
The moon was calling me.
I had been through this before. She was dragging me to the other side, away from the noise and chaos of the pack, to a place only the seers could visit. It was a void—pitch black and soundless—isolated from the prying eyes of others.
Time stretched endlessly, the quiet suffocating, until suddenly, my gaze locked on something—no, someone. The moon. There she was, hanging in the sky, impossibly large and glowing, illuminating the darkness like a beacon. Her pull was magnetic, and for a moment, I was left breathless by her presence.
Just as quickly as I had been taken, I felt the world shift again.
With a gasp, I blinked, and there I was—back in the present, standing on the dirt road once more. My hands hovered over my stomach as if expecting to feel the pain still, but it had vanished. Only the memory of it remained, echoing in my mind.
I swallowed hard, my lips parting in disbelief.
What was that?
The moon’s visions were usually clear, straightforward. But this... this didn’t feel right. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it.
Could this really be what she wants?
...
Percival
I felt completely relaxed. There is something so refreshing about being in the water—floating on your back, just letting yourself drift, daydreaming. My mind wandered lazily, thoughts slipping in and out of focus. I vaguely remember thinking about Edeline, wondering if she might be pregnant. The thought floated through the haze of intoxication, sparking a strange determination inside me—a sudden urge to fight for my life.
And then Mirabelle appeared, finding me. She mentioned something about having a vision... and just like that, everything went black again.
I woke up, squinting as sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. The constant hum of machinery buzzed around me, punctuated by the rhythmic beeping of a monitor. I glanced down and saw that I was in a hospital gown, my arm tethered to both a blood bag and an IV drip.
A wave of relief washed over me.
I made it. Somehow... I did it.
But confusion lingered in the back of my mind. I wasn’t even sure what had come over me, why I had been so desperate to end it all. I just wanted the pain to stop, to get away from this place that felt so suffocating. I thought of Edeline again. She was always there in my thoughts, consuming them, filling every corner of my mind. It was always her—no matter what happened or where I was. Every minute, every hour, it all came back to her.
But my thoughts couldn’t escape the loss of my pup, either. It was there, gnawing at the edges of my mind, though I tried to push it away. It doesn’t matter anymore, I told myself. My wolf was sedated now, his restless energy quieted, which gave me a strange sense of peace. I could think more clearly, without the constant pull of his emotions.
And now, with everything that had happened, I saw it clearly: Edeline was what mattered most. My son... I loved him. I had wanted him, so badly. Losing him had hurt in ways I could barely describe. But for some reason, the moon had taken him away. I had to remember that, keep it in my mind without letting it drag me under again.
I couldn't live in the past. It was behind me now. What mattered was the present—and what was coming.
This near-death experience, well... it had shaken me, messed with my head. Everything felt different now, like a weight had been lifted. All the things that had once seemed so complicated and overwhelming now felt... manageable. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I could think without the noise of my wolf clouding everything.
I heard the door to my room creak open. Mirabelle peeked in, smiling softly before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. She moved toward me, settling into the chair by my bed as I fumbled with the buttons to sit up more comfortably. My head still felt a little foggy, and I winced slightly.
"Hey, how are you doing?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"I'm doing okay," I mumbled, though embarrassment clawed at me as I realized what everyone must know by now. My suicide attempt—it would be all over the pack by now. I felt my chest tighten with shame. What was I thinking? The weight of everything I had lost suddenly hit me all at once. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it.