My Answer in Silver Light
After my bonding ceremony with Royce, his brother was killed in a skirmish. Royce immediately ascended to Alpha of the Devereaux Pack.
He left our territory, vowing revenge and taking his brother's mate, Morgana, with him.
I, on the other hand, was left behind on the West Coast under the flimsy excuse of a cross-continental war being too risky.
For seven years, I relentlessly drained my own life force to weave healing runes, single-handedly fueling his expansion on the East Coast.
With our resources constantly funneled eastward, I was left with the impossible burden of maintaining the West Coast territory.
I repeatedly pleaded with him to merge our territories and make our pack whole again.
But he always deflected with vague excuses.
After seven years, the West Coast was on the brink of collapse.
I sent my beta, Finnian, to Royce for aid.
But the message Finnian sent back shattered my world:
Royce had long since established a new, thriving Pack on the East Coast—one that was both wealthy and respected.
There, Morgana was publicly celebrated as his mate-to-be, the future Luna.
To make matters worse, they even had a child.
The three of them flaunted their new family for all to see.
The moment I found out, I petitioned the council of elders to sever my mate bond with Royce.
At the same time, I sent a message to the Valor Pack, which had been trying to recruit me for years.
"I'm about to sever my mate bond."
"In three days, I'm leaving my pack."
"Tell your Alpha I want in."