Sandra’s Wrath

The Silver Wing Pack's grand hall radiated with joy and excitement. Shiny golden chandeliers glimmered overhead, casting a cozy light on the hundreds of pack members who gathered for the wedding of their Alpha, Daniel Macron, and his fated mate, Sandra. It was a union that had been destined by the stars, anticipated by every Mystic forest pack member, to bring about a new period of strength, hope and prosperity. The intricate details on her white-lace dress sparkled in the candlelight, creating an elegant masterpiece.Sandra was overjoyed, holding her breath as she looked at the view in front of her.Every stitch, every delicate embroidery had been chosen with care. The fabric hugged her body in the most flattering way, making her feel like the queen . The lace was soft against her skin, the flowing skirt cascading around her like a waterfall of silk and dreams. Her black hair was in waves, secured up, and adorned with white roses to coordinate with the bouquet she held. The flowers added an ethereal touch, their fresh scent filling the air around her. She had always loved roses—her mother had grown them in their small garden before she passed. Sandra's heart warmed at the memory, like if a piece of her mother were with her tonight. The beauty of the big hall, the elegance of the decorations, the warmth in the faces of those gathered—it all seemed like a dream, a beautiful moment trapped in time. Lucy, her younger sister, stood next to her, holding her arm tightly her eyes filled with excitement. Lucy’s excitement was contagious. She looked up at Sandra, admiration shining in her gaze, as though she couldn’t believe this day had finally come. Lucy softly remarked, her voice filled with pride and amazement, “You look like a queen.'" Sandra smiled softly, her heart full of love for her younger sister. Lucy had always been her biggest supporter, her pillar of strength, her rock when things got rough. Through every hardship, every moment of uncertainty, Lucy had been there, unwavering in her loyalty. Sandra couldn’t imagine her life without her. While walking down the stairs, she could feel Lucy's presence hovering close by, like a protective shadow. The sensation was comforting, a silent promise that no matter what happened, they would always have each other. They’d been through so much together, including losing both parents and living with Olenna, their stepmother—a cruel, harsh, manipulative, and calculating woman who tightly controlled their lives. Memories of those painful years threatened to creep in, but Sandra refused to let them darken this night.But Today was different. Today belonged to Sandra, and nothing could spoil it. The hall buzzed with anticipation. Soft murmurs and whispered words of admiration filled the air as Sandra took graceful steps toward the altar. Eyes followed her, watching in awe. The pack adored her, respected her, and tonight, they celebrated her. This was the moment she had always dreamed of.She had met Daniel when they were young, and their immediate connection made others jealous. Even then, there had been something magnetic about him, something that drew her in like a force of nature. They had been inseparable, their bond forming long before fate had confirmed what they already knew in their hearts—that they belonged to each other. Daniel became the Alpha just one year earlier after his father passed away. It had been a challenging shift, full of challenges and the weight of responsibility, but he had risen to the situation, proving his leadership abilities. He was powerful, attractive, and deeply committed. He was her safe haven, the one person who made her feel complete. For a moment, the world around them faded, and all Sandra could see was Daniel. Her fated mate. Her love. Her future. Her fated mate. Her love. Her future. His captivating blue eyes focused on hers, filled with such intensity that her breath momentarily stopped. He stood confidently at the altar, dressed in a fitted black suit adorned with silver embroidery, the very image of strength and elegance. He was her home, her safe place, the only person who completed her. "Today is the day," she murmured quietly to herself. “This evening is perfect.” A broad smile spread across her lips, her heart brimming with happiness. Every step she took toward him felt like a dream, as if she was floating. The bouquet gripped in her hands, brimming with white roses and silver eucalyptus, felt quite light to her touch. The fragrance of the blooming flowers filled her, mixing with the soft scent of burning candles and the appetizing smell of the meal made for them. She took in everything she saw in the hallway as she walked. The golden chandeliers casted a light that made everything sparkle, from the elegant curtains to the shining floors. The tables were set with excellent cutlery and lovely floral arrangements that matched her gift. The pack members lined the aisle, dressed to the finest and looking at her with admiration Their expressions were a mix of joy and reverence.Their whispers floated around her.After all, Sandra wasn’t just any Luna—she was their destined Luna, the woman who would rule beside their Alpha, bringing strength and wisdom to their pack. “She looks stunning.” “Our Luna is breathtaking.” “They’re perfect together.” Sandra’s heart swelled. These were her people. Soon, she would be their Luna, standing beside Daniel to guide and protect them. She took slow, measured steps, savoring every moment. The soft melody of a violin played in the background, filling the air with a serene and magical tune. Lucy finally let go of her arm as they reached the altar, stepping back to stand among the bridesmaids. Sandra lifted her gaze to Daniel, her breath catching as their eyes met again. He was breathtaking. Dressed in a black suit with silver embroidery along the edges, he exuded power and authority. But beneath that, Sandra could see the love in his gaze, the way his eyes softened only for her. He was watching her with pure love, his lips slightly parted as though he, too, couldn’t believe this moment was real. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his. He took her hand, squeezing it gently,his thumb tracing gentle circles against her skin. Grounding her in the reality of this perfect moment."You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely audible to anyone but her. Sandra’s cheeks warmed. “And you, my Alpha, are everything I have ever wanted.” A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve always been yours, Sandra.” The officiant, a priestess of the pack, stepped forward, her wise eyes glimmering with approval.With her long silver robes flowing like liquid moonlight, the priestess stood in front of them and lifted her arms to initiate the sacred rites. The entire pack became silent, the weight of the moment sinking in. “We gather here today under the blessing of the Moon Goddess to witness the sacred union of Alpha Daniel Macron and his fated mate, Sandra,” the priestess announced. Her deep voice carried through the hall. “This bond is eternal, unbreakable, blessed by fate itself. It is a bond that will bring strength to our pack and love to their souls.” Sandra’s heart swelled with emotion. She had waited for for such a long time. She felt the comforting presence of her sister nearby, and she knew—despite all they had experienced—that Lucy was genuinely happy for her. The priestess motioned for them to exchange vows. Daniel went first.He inhaled deeply, looking at her with steadfast admiration. Sandra, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I felt you were meant to be mine." You are my power, my light, and my affection. I promise to stand by your side, protect you, cherish you, and love you always."No power in this life or the afterlife can ever break what we have." Tears filled Sandra’s eyes. She could feel the sincerity in his words, the love radiating from him like a force of nature. She gulped, her voice heavy with feelings as she spoke. “Daniel, you are my fated mate, my partner, my everything. From the first moment our souls connected, I knew my heart belonged to you. I vow to be by your side through every triumph and every trial. I will love you, honor you, and stand beside you as your Luna and as the woman who will always fight for you.” Sandra spoke with determination as she pledged her love and devotion to Daniel, her heart growing fonder with each word. A soft murmur of approval spread through the pack. The ceremony was filled with tradition. They exchanged vows, promises not just to each other but to the entire pack they would lead and guide together. Every word coming from Daniel was filled with passion, clearly showing his love for her. The pack celebrated, their voices rising like a wave while the priestess gave her blessing to their bond. Sandra was bursting with joy—this was all she had ever dreamed of. The world around her was perfect. But just as the final blessings were about to be spoken, something shifted. Daniel’s hold on her hands suddenly became tighter. Sandra looked up at him, expecting to see his familiar smile, but instead, what she saw was a pale face and trembling lips that seemed like they were gasping for air. “Daniel?” Sandra mumbled, panic starting to creep into her chest. He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. His body shook as if an invisible energy had taken control of him and his eyes. In terror, his eyes widened as his body convulsed. Before Sandra could even understand what was going on, Daniel fell to the ground. "Hey”, “Daniel!!” Sandra exclaimed while dropping to her knees next to him. Her hands moved gently across his body, looking for any sign of life, any hint that this was simply a horrible mistake. However, his body was cold. Lifeless. The crowd panics. The joyous celebration that had filled the hall moments before was replaced by a thick silence, heavy with disbelief and fear. “Somebody help! Please!” Sandra’s voice cracked as she tried to shake Daniel awake, but he remained still. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing, holding onto him tightly. The warriors rushed forward, but it was already too late. Daniel’s eyes, once so full of love, were now dull and empty. The realization hit her with the force of a physical impact—he was gone. Her mate. Her love. The love she has. In an instant, her entire future was torn apart suddenly. “No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice breaking with every word. Tears spilled from her eyes while she clung to Daniel's lifeless body. “Please don't leave me. I can’t do this without you”, I can't live without you. But no amount of pleading could bring him back. The pack fell into shocked silence as whispers started, initially quiet but eventually becoming louder and more aggressive. “She did that.” Someone muttered, and Sandra’s heart froze. She looked up. Her tear-streaked face was full of disbelief as she glanced up. “What?” Her voice trembled. “She poisoned him,” another voice hissed from the crowd. Sandra shook her head violently, her mind spinning. “No! I didn’t... I would never—” But the accusations grew louder, spreading through the crowd like wildfire. Faces that had once looked at her with love and joy were now filled with doubt, repulsion, and animosity. She felt extreme pain in her heart as she looked at the lifeless body of Daniel, the man who meant the whole-word to her. Gone. And along with him, any chance of a future. Olenna stepped forward, her expression grim, her voice carrying authority as she spoke. “Sandra, you’ve disgraced us all. How could you? "Seize her," Olenna commanded, and the warriors stepped forward without any hesitation. "I did Not! I beg of you! Sandra wept while fighting against them as they held her arms and started pulling her away from Daniel's lifeless body. "You must trust what I am saying!" I didn't do it! I loved him! “The evidence points to you, Sandra,” Olenna said, her voice dripping with disdain. “There was poison in Daniel’s drink. You’re the only one who could have done this.” But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Her pack, who were once her family, now regarded her as a monster. Even the warriors who had sworn to protect her took a step back, their eyes cold and accusing. As Sandra was being taken away, her eyes met Daniel's lifeless body for one last time. The man who had been her everything and the entire world was gone, and along with him, there was no chance of happiness or peace. She looked around in her desperation, hoping to see Lucy, her faithful little sister. But Lucy was nowhere to be found. The last trace of her support, her family, had vanished, just like her hopes. Sandra felt overwhelmed by the weight of everything as she was tossed into a chilly, wet dungeon. The intensity of the pain in her heart was so great that it seemed capable of tearing her apart. She placed her hands on her chest, attempting to keep herself composed as tears overtook her body. Sandra experienced true despair for the first time in her life. All that she had ever cherished, all that she had ever desired, had disappeared. As Sandra sat in the cold, damp cell, her body trembling with grief and shock, a faint noise echoed from the darkness beyond the iron bars. She looked up just in time to see a small metal key slide across the stone floor, stopping inches from her trembling fingers. A voice, low and urgent, came from beyond the bars. "If you want the truth… run." Her heart pounded as she grabbed the key, but before she could see who had spoken, the footsteps faded into the shadows.

The pain was unbearable.Every breath Sandra took was a struggle, the pain in her chest sharp and unending, however the pain was nothing compared to her inner grief. It consumed her, surrounding her thoughts like vultures.

The damp, cold air of the dungeon did little to soothe the painful ache in her chest or the void within her spirit. Instead, it intensified her suffering, seeping into her bones and clinging to her like a second skin

Daniel’s face lingered in her every thought, his pale, lifeless expression stuck in her memory. Regardless of how much she tried to erase it .His lively eyes, once sparkling with mischief and affection, now appeared dull and void, a harsh reminder of the person he used to be.

His lips,stained blue from poison, formed a silent accusation, as if his death itself demanded answers she could not give.

“I didn’t do it,” she murmured to herself, her voice breaking with emotion. The words ech