Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished. The Beta of the pack, my father, looked at me with disgust written all over his face: "I don't have such a cruel daughter. You'll stay here and reflect on what you've done." I begged loudly for mercy, admitted my mistake, pleading for him to let me out. All I got in return was his merciless command. "Unless she's dead, no one is to release her." The fire house stood isolated at the edge of the territory. No matter how much I screamed for help, no one could hear me. He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions. Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out. But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.
View More"Not Scarlett, not my girl, it can't be," he repeated, his voice breaking.The pack medical examiner arrived within minutes, her face grim as she surveyed the scene. She knelt beside what remained of me, careful not to disturb the evidence."The victim has been dead for several weeks, based on the state of decomposition," she stated clinically. "And these burns..." She examined the charred portions of my remains. "These weren't caused by a single event. The pattern suggests repeated exposure to flame."The chief enforcer's expression darkened. "The fire house. It's designed to spray fire at intervals.""That would be consistent with what I'm seeing," the examiner confirmed. "This wasn't an accident or a single act of violence. This was prolonged torture."The chief enforcer approached, but before he could speak, my father grabbed him by the leg."Chief, this isn't real, is it? This isn't my daughter, right?" His voice was desperate.A spark of hope glinted in his eyes, suddenly lookin
The enforcers were experienced investigators. The situation was becoming increasingly clear to them.There was only one real possibility: I was already dead.Watching them come to this realization, I felt a wave of relief. Finally! Go find my body before it becomes nothing but bones and terrifies you all.The chief enforcer brought their latest findings to my father."Mr. Morgan, we now suspect that Scarlett may have met with foul play. We need your full cooperation with our investigation," he stated gravely.My father scoffed at the suggestion. "Impossible. She was just attacking Elise. How could she be dead?""But before the attack on your mate, Scarlett seemed to vanish completely from the world. No purchase records, no communication traces—nothing at all. Mr. Morgan, does that seem possible to you for a living person?"The enforcer's face was deadly serious, but my father remained dismissive. "Of course it's possible. I canceled all her cards, so naturally there would be no purchas
The enforcer nodded. "Do you have any idea where your daughter is?""I don't know where that little beast has gone. Scarlett disappeared weeks ago," my father said coldly to the enforcers, his face impassive."We understand, Mr. Morgan, but we'll continue searching. We do ask for your continued cooperation with our investigation," the lead enforcer replied, his tone respectful but firm.The truth was, no matter how extensively the pack enforcers searched, they would never find me.I was still lying in the fire house, my body in an advanced state of decomposition. Soon, I'd be nothing but bones.How could anyone find a person who never left?The enforcers scoured the territory, determined to track me down. They reviewed security footage from businesses throughout the area, but all they found were glimpses of someone wearing my clothes, always with a mask and hat obscuring their face. Nothing conclusive.Like wolves tracking a ghost, they searched for weeks. By the time Elise was release
After leaving our mansion, Lydia continuously sent me letters, each more frantic than the last. My writing set remained in Amber's possession, the elegant paper vibrating with each urgent knock at the door as messengers delivered Lydia's correspondence.Amber, perhaps fearing Lydia might contact the Alpha, forged a quick response using my stationery: "Don’t report to the Alpha, I’m fine."The message was nothing like my usual writing style—too brief, too cold. Instead of reassuring Lydia, it only heightened her suspicions, and her letters became even more desperate.Growing nervous, Amber hid my writing set in the water tank of her bathroom toilet, then departed with my father and Elise for their "vacation."I followed them, my spirit bound to the living family members who had caused my death.During their trip, besides the usual tourist activities, my father took Elise to a specialized wolf healer—one known for catering to high-ranking pack members.Elise's pregnancy had been unexpect
That evening, Amber lay on her bed and pulled out a piece of stationery from beneath her pillow. Her movements were furtive, as if she feared being discovered.I was surprised to see she had found my personal writing set—the one with the silver wolf emblem that Mom had given me for my sixteenth birthday. The ivory paper and matching envelopes had been my prized possession, something I used only for special occasions. I hadn't even realized Amber had taken it from my room."So that's where it went," I muttered uselessly, watching her fingers trace the embossed logo.She studied one of my old letters for a moment, comparing the handwriting to her own. Then she began carefully mimicking my penmanship on the clean page. Her pen moved with deliberate strokes, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration, forming words that were uncannily similar to my own script."You're disturbingly good at that," I observed, floating closer to see what she was writing.When she finished, she blew gentl
Looking back, Edward and the servants couldn't even bear to look at my remains, let alone clean them up. Their faces contorted with horror as they backed away from the fire house door, several covering their mouths to stifle their gasps."Mr. Edward, what do we do?" one of the female servants asked, her voice trembling as her eyes darted between the charred body and the housekeeper. "I can't touch... that. I just can't."Edward's face had aged ten years in the span of minutes. His hands shook as he removed his white gloves deliberately, almost ceremonially, and threw them to the ground. The gesture carried the weight of three decades of service, now ended."I quit," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the horrified silence. "And I suggest you all do the same. No job is worth this."His declaration sparked an immediate ripple effect. The other servants began nodding and murmuring in agreement, fear spreading through them like wildfire."He killed his own daughter," whispered an ol
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Comments