The Unloved Luna: Humiliated by Her Future Daughter-in-law

ARIADNE'S POV

The cool night air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of Snowfang’s borders. The forest ahead loomed dark and foreboding, but I had no reason to fear it—this land had been my home for years, and Fae, my wolf, was more than capable of handling any threat. I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar pull of the change as I shifted into my wolf form. My body elongated, bones reshaping as fur sprouted along my skin. In moments, I was Fae, and we were one.

"Are you sure about this, Ariadne?" Fae’s voice echoed in my mind. "There’s something off tonight. I can feel it."

"We’ll be fine," I reassured her. "We just need to talk to Harper and everything will go back to normal."

The familiar scents of pine and earth filled our senses as we bounded through the trees. For a moment, all was peaceful; the only sound was the soft rustling of leaves under our paws.

But then, a strange scent hit us—foul and sharp, a mix of wolf and something darker. Fae snarled in warning, her hackles rising as she slowed her pace. We weren’t alone.

"Ambush," Fae growled, her instincts kicking in. "Rogues."

Before I could fully process her words, they were upon us. Wolves and rogue wolves alike emerge from the shadows like phantoms. Their eyes gleamed with malice, their teeth bared in vicious snarls. I recognized none of them—these weren’t from Snowfang or any neighboring pack.

"Fight!" Fae roared, and I didn’t need to be told twice. We lunged at the nearest attacker, sinking our teeth into his shoulder. The rogue howled in pain, but before we could deal another blow, more of them closed in around us.

I fought with everything I had, drawing on both my vampire and werewolf strength. We clawed, bit, and kicked, refusing to go down easily. But there were too many of them—too many fangs, too many claws. Fae’s snarls filled my mind, a constant chorus of defiance, but even she knew we were outnumbered.

"There’s too many! We can’t take them all!" Fae’s voice was tinged with desperation as we took down another rogue, only to be tackled by two more.

I tried to focus, to find a way out of this, but the wolves were relentless, attacking from all sides. One of them sank his teeth into our hind legs, dragging us down. Pain shot through us, and Fae’s growl of fury was echoed by my own.

"We need to run!" I urged, trying to twist out of the wolf’s grip, but another rogue slammed into us, knocking the wind from our lungs.

They were everywhere—surrounding us, pinning us down. I struggled and fought with every ounce of strength I had left, but it was no use. They were stronger and more coordinated.

"Damn it!" Fae cursed her voice a mix of frustration and rage. "We can’t let them win!"

But even as she said it, I knew we were losing. My strength was waning, and Fae’s energy was depleting fast. Blood matted our fur, and our vision blurred as another rogue clamped down on our side.

"Hold on, Ariadne," Fae whispered, but her voice was faint now, more a whisper than the roar of defiance it had been moments ago.

A sharp pain at the base of my neck sent stars exploding across my vision. The world tilted, and I felt Fae’s presence begin to fade, our connection slipping as consciousness ebbed away.

"No…" I tried to hold on, tried to keep fighting, but the darkness was relentless, pulling me under.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was the glint of the moonlight on a silver ring as it slipped from my finger, falling to the ground where Snowfang’s borders ended and the darkness of the forest began.