The Exiled Alpha's Chosen Luna

The snow crunches under your feet as you walk along the mountain path, the hoot of an owl mixing with the faint voices of people partying in the valley below. You envy them; they get to celebrate the very thing that has caused you three mental breakdowns and a stomach twisted with dread. You sigh, slowing your pace. You can't stop it at this point, but you'll sure as hell stall for as long as you can.

Maybe the alternative isn't so bad. Being invisible and ignored might be better than being tied to a narcissistic asshole.

You come to a high point in the trail and step off of it. A moth flutters up from a patch of tall, dead grass, dancing around in front of your face for a second before disappearing up into the black, starry sky until it's too small to see anymore. Likely off to hide somewhere else. You're jealous of its freedom. It can hide from its problems. You can't.