Before I could respond, the head healer of the pack's clinic called me over, his voice brimming with excitement. “Luna, great news! After reviewing your performance, and your knowledge about herbs and modern medicine, the Lotus Tower wants to discuss further training with you."
My eyes widened upon hearing the great news. I had originally turned down this opportunity, believing that the mateship with Alpha Dane and having children with him as we led Silver Moon Pack together was my future. But now, I saw how hopeless those dreams had been. This fated mateship, and building a family with him had lost their appeal. Staying with my mate felt not only pointless but also foolish.
“I’ve thought it over. I’ll go,” I replied, feeling a newfound sense of determination.
“Excellent choice!” The head Wolf Healer exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious. He instructed me to prepare and said he would notify me once the dates were set.
This opportunity was my chance to carve out a future on my own terms, a future no longer tethered to Dane. A future where my gift to heal could be honed.
Time slipped away as I immersed myself in work. When I glanced out the window, the world had already turned dark. Just as I was settling in with another stack of documents about ancient poisons, Dane mind linked me.
“Why aren’t you home yet? What about my dinner?” He demanded.
Until when do I have to act like his servant?
The thought of returning to the pack house, in our suffocating room, filled me with a deep sense of revulsion. That was why I stayed late at pack's clinic, busying myself with preparations for my journey to the Lotus Tower
Lotus Tower was the dream of every Wolf Healer. It was where books about healing, their magical power, and their greatness lie. Not only that, Lotus Tower was founded to train and hone healers of their kind.
“One of the healers had an emergency, so we switched shifts. Just let the Omegas cook your dinner,” I said, fabricating a quick excuse.
“What do you mean?” Dane sounded taken aback.
In the past, the maids' or even the Omega's cooking was never an option. I had always prepared every meal, three times a day, catering to his every need. I did all that, making him this dependent on me. And yet, he still chose to go to that woman even in times of need.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.