62. Red Moon's Whisper

|| Lilac’s POV || Elara’s words were meant to comfort me, but they only deepened the ache in my chest. What if my mate existed but didn’t want to find me? What if I was destined to be alone, to live a life without the connection I had always dreamed of? The thought was unbearable, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. I turned away from Elara, my gaze drifting to the grand hall around us. The room was alive with music and laughter, the dancers swirling in a kaleidoscope of color and movement. The red moon’s light filtered through the tall windows, casting an eerie glow over the scene. It was beautiful, magical even, but for me, it felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost— and what I might never find. I couldn’t stay here any longer. The walls seemed to close in around me, the noise and the laughter suffocating. I needed air, space, something to clear my mind. Without a word to Elara, I turned and walked away, my steps quick and purposeful as