---- Even if she didn't read them, I had to keep writing. On the fifth day, a blizzard hit. Snowflakes lashed my face, each one like an icy razor. My clothes were soaked through, and I shivered uncontrollably from the cold. This blizzard felt like a test from the Moon Goddess. If I could endure it, maybe she'd be moved by my persistence. I pulled out the fur cloak from my pack - the one Lyra had made for me with her own hands when we first met. Holding it, I felt like I was back in those good times. "Tell her," I clutched the cloak tightly, speaking to the guard who came to try and persuade me to leave. ''I'd rather die here than leave." ---- The guard shook his head and disappeared into the storm. The blizzard raged all night. When dawn came, I was almost buried in snow. But I was still kneeling, still waiting. Until the seventh day, when I saw something that broke my heart. A lavish carriage stopped at the Moonshadow gates, and a tall, handsome male werewolf stepped out. He wore the rich clothes of the Northridge Tribe and held a bouquet of moonflowers. The gates opened for him. That male werewolf easily got what I was dying for and couldn't have. Permission to enter Moonshadow City. ---- He walked in, head held high, while I knelt outside like a dog. Jealousy, sharp as a viper's fang, bit into my heart. Why? Why could he see her, and not me? Why would she meet with him, but not even glance my way? I could only watch from afar as he disappeared through the gates, jealousy and despair twisting inside me, nearly tearing me apart. Through a castle window, I thought I could see the lights of the reception hall. Lyra would be sitting there, talking and laughing with that man. That smile, the one I dreamed of seeing again, once belonged only to me, but now it was for someone else. "No." I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, blood dripping onto the snow. "I won't give up. No matter the cost, I will win back her ---- heart." As night fell, that Alpha still hadn't left. He dared to stay here overnight?! What promises had he been given? What had she agreed to? Were they... were they together? These thoughts nearly drove me mad. Despair and rage churned in my chest, threatening to completely destroy my sanity.