Chapter 2

That night, I was so angry that I couldn't sleep.

The moonlight poured in through the gap of the tent, like a layer of cold frost. My werewolf instinct made me particularly sensitive to the moonlight, and the energy of the full moon surged in my blood, as if reminding me that my fate was hanging by a thread.

Jonah's words were like a sharp wolf claw, tearing my heart apart.

In the tribe, the fate of a werewolf is closely linked to its partner. If you don't have a partner at a certain age, you will be treated as a pariah, looked down upon, or even expelled from the tribe. Did Jonah think I would give in to him and go back to be his secondmate?

My pridewouldn’t allow =for it!

I turned over, and William's figure appeared in my mind. His golden pupils were as sharp as a beast, with an unquestionable majesty. He said he wanted to marry me, was thattrue?

At least marrying him would make me hisLuna, whichwas much better than marrying Jonah!

While thinking about this, a low sound of footsteps and heavy breathing unique to werewolves suddenly came from outside the tent. I pricked up my ears alertly, and the wolf instinct in my body put me on alert instantly.

"Luna Harper, are you in there?" The voices of several young and middle-aged werewolves came from outside the tent, with a respectful tone but a hint of wildness.

I opened the curtain and saw them standing in the moonlight, wearing heavy animal skins, with a light flashing in their eyes. They saluted me, with crisp movements, like a group of loyal wolves paying tribute to theirAlpha.

"These gifts were sent by Lord William." The leading werewolf whispered, with a hint of awe in his voice.

The gifts they brought into the tent stunned me: precious snow fox skins, boxes filled with gold coins, and a dagger inlaid with wolf teeth. The snow fox skins flashed silver light in the moonlight, as if with the blessing of the Moon Goddess.

Only then did I realize that these were a lover’s gift. Jonah words were instantly thrown out of my mind.

Although William had a bad reputation, he was at least generous. Jonah and I have known each other for so many years, but he had never given me anything.

I was in a good mood and carefully packed up all the gifts. Each giftwas exotic and rare,, signallingWilliam's power and status.

The next day, Jonah came to my tent again.When he saw the gifts all over the tent, he smiled smugly, as if all of this was to please him.

"Harper, you prepared so many things just to win my favor again?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and his silver-gray pupils shrank slightly, like a self-righteous wolf.

"Okay, I forgive you." He said, shamelessly, "I said, you must care about me, and I will make a contract with you after Emma and I cancel the mate bond in a year."

I was speechless for a while. How had I not realized that he was so narcissistic? Why did he think I will wait for him? Why did he think that these gifts were for him?

Emma followed him, with an ivory token from Jonah's family hanging around her neck. It was an honor I had never received. When she saw the gifts in the tent, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"Harper, you are really willing to spend a lot of money to marry Jonah?" She said, , with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Brother Jonah, it seems that Harper really values ​​you."

Jonah smiled proudly: "I said it a long time ago, Harper only has me in her heart."

He took out a mishapen bow and arrows and threw it in front of me. "I made this for you."

I looked at the bow and arrow, and then at the ivory token on Emma's neck, and my heart ached.

He said that I was the one he loved the most, but he only gave me a broken bow and arrow to send me away. The ivory token heirloom was given to Emma, ​​who he had just met.

In his heart, it was clear who was more important. Emma.

I threw the bow and arrow back to him with a cold face. "Jonah, I don't want your gift."

"If you come here to show off your relationship with Emma, ​​can you leave now?"

Jonah's face darkened instantly, and his pupils shrank into a thin line, like an rabid wolf.

"Harper, how dare you do this to me?" There was a hint of malice in his voice, "I told you, this bow and arrow was made by me for you.If you don't want it, forget it!"

After saying that, he threw the bow and arrow into the bonfire in anger. The flames instantly devoured the bow and arrow, making a crackling sound, as if laughing at his stupidity.

Seeing this, Emma quickly took out a cloak from her bag. "Brother Jonah, don't be angry."

"Harper, if you don't like that, I have prepared a cloak for you."

"I made this with my own hands using animal skins at home. You can wear it when I attend the bond ceremony with Jonah in a while."

I glanced at the cloak in her hand and found it even more ridiculous.

In the tribe, only female werewolves who are despised and ridiculed by the entire tribe need to wear cloaks when they go out.Wasn’tthis a blatant humiliation for her to give me this thing?

I turned cold. "Jonah, you all decided in unison to give me these things, aren't you just trying to make me bow my head and give in?"

"I tell you, it's impossible!"

I further screamed. "Since you have a partner, don't bother me anymore!"

"Now, please leave my tent immediately."

Jonah and Emma froze in place. They hadn’t expected me to be so disrespectful to them.

Emma's face turned pale, but she was still unwilling to give up.

She walked towards me with a cloak: "Harper, I spent a lot of effort to make this cloak. Just accept it, otherwise I will feel bad."

As she said that, she suddenly slipped and fell towards me.

Before I could dodge, she screamed and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Jonah was furious: "Harper, you dare push Emma!"

While he anxiously helped Emma up and hugged her in his arms, he glared at me fiercely. "She gave you a gift out of kindness, you don't appreciate it, but you pushed her?"

"A vicious woman like you deserves to be lonely all your life and can't find a partner!"

After that, he hurriedly hugged Emma and ran out to find a witch doctor.