LOGINFive years after my death, my ex-husband, Adrian Shaw, came home with his childhood sweetheart, Hannah Reed, on his arm. They were preparing for a new mating ceremony. His only wish before the ceremony was to find me and make me pay for severing our mate bond and betraying him all those years ago. To force me to show myself, he destroyed my family's company, drove my father out of his mind, and burned down the home we had once shared. What he did not know was that I was already dead. Five years earlier, desperate to pay for the treatment he needed after a car accident badly injured his inner wolf, I signed up as a test subject at an underground clinic. It was an illegal clinic that used live subjects to test experimental silver-derived compounds and wolfsbane antidotes. I died in its basement. Later, my grandmother, who had dementia, ran into Adrian in the neighborhood. My grandmother's face lit up with joy. "Adrian, you're back? Grace has missed you so much. Come with me. I'll take you to see Grace."
View More"Toward their remains?""That's the story."That night, Adrian did not sleep.Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the scar at his wrist until the skin split open. Blood ran over his palm.I knelt in front of him.Don't.Please don't.Adrian stared into the darkness."If that was you," he murmured, "do it again."Nothing happened.Hours passed.Then, just before dawn, something deep within me tightened.Whatever remained of our old bond trembled once, faint but unmistakable.Adrian shot to his feet.Adrian did not know where I was. He could not see me. But his inner wolf, scarred by the old injury, seemed to lift its head and turn toward the east—toward the cemetery.That was the night he escaped.On the secure ward, patients' shoes were locked away overnight.So Adrian climbed over the wire fence barefoot.The sharp wire cut into the soles of his feet, leaving a trail of bloody footprints along the wall.Each bloody footprint hurt to see.I followed him closely, terrified he wou
When Adrian was questioned, he sat in a daze.Over the next three days, he barely spoke to anyone.Surveillance footage showed that Adrian had caused some of Hannah's injuries before my father attacked Hannah. The extent of those injuries meant Adrian was facing serious charges.When an officer explained that to Adrian, he finally looked up."I want a lawyer," he said.Then, after a long pause, "And I want a psychiatric evaluation."His lawyer immediately petitioned for an emergency psychiatric assessment, citing Adrian's documented insomnia, erratic behavior, and rapid deterioration in custody. Adrian was not simply released. Pending further proceedings, a court ordered him transferred to a secure psychiatric facility for evaluation and treatment.Adrian accepted the transfer without protest.Adrian obeyed because nothing seemed to matter to him anymore.In the hospital, he was the most obedient patient.He ate when told, took his medication without argument, and made no attempt to ru
Customers cursed at me, employers shortchanged me, and more than once I ended a shift bruised from a fight.Once, my blood sugar crashed and I fell off my bike. A stranger took me to the hospital.The moment I heard what the visit would cost, I walked out without looking back.But it was not enough.No matter what I did, it was never enough.The treatment costs seemed bottomless.I threw everything I had at those bills, and the gap barely seemed to close.Later, I saw that an underground clinic was recruiting test subjects.Three thousand dollars a day.I signed up.The screening showed that I was anemic and malnourished. I did not qualify.I had already given up when someone stopped me at the door and offered me a different trial.It involved werewolf-specific silver-derived compounds and wolfsbane antidotes, and the side effects were severe.Ten thousand dollars a day.I thought of Adrian lying in that hospital bed and agreed.The side effects came quickly.My hair began to fall out.
A familiar voice sounded from the doorway."You said my daughter was here. Where is she?""Why can't I see her?"I looked up. My father stood in the doorway, so badly abused that I barely recognized him.His face was bruised, his eyes clouded. He looked around the room, then turned to leave."My daughter isn't here.""She must have gone straight home after school.""I need to go back and cook for her. That girl is picky. She doesn't like food made by other people."For a moment, I could not move.My father seemed to have forgotten almost everything except the child I had once been.My mother died early.Once, he had doted on me.Adrian was the one choice he could never forgive me for making.The assistant pulled him back and quickly explained.Over the past few weeks, the abuse had pushed my father to the brink of a complete breakdown.Adrian's men had once asked whether they should get my father medical help, but Adrian refused.After that, no one dared bring it up again.Adrian swaye
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