My Mate Killed Me—Then I Came Back

Evelyn's POV"Fifty thousand?"Rachel couldn't hide her excitement. "Ms. Garcia, are you sure? That's only about sixty percent of its value.""Sure." I stood on the roadside outside the Ironthorn Pack boundary, a gentle breeze ruffling my bangs."I only have one condition. Full payment in cash, and I need it fast.""The location isn't great, but at that price..." Rachel paused. "I have a few buyers looking for older homes. If one of them bites, we could sign tomorrow."Faster than I expected.In my previous life, this dilapidated house had been flooded during a Category 5 hurricane. The walls were ruined, and all the furniture was destroyed.Hans and Tamara didn't even leave me dry clothes; they moved into the pack's high ground tents.Thinking about it, I hung up the phone and hailed a taxi."Skyline Vista in South Miami, please."The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.A young girl with a suitcase and an old coat, clearly not someone headed to a fancy community like this.I

Evelyn's POV I hung up and stared at the empty living room. 'My supplies!' My consciousness sank into my mind, and the outline of the apartment became clear. With a mental command, I picked up a piece of charcoal in my hand. I closed my eyes and scanned the storage space with my awareness. The living room was piled high with supplies, the kitchen stuffed to the brim, and the black soil garden on the balcony was quiet. Everything was there. Relief washed over me as I noticed the floating light timer in the center of the living room: [00:00:00]. So that was how it worked. The storage space can only last for two hours; after that, it forces you out and cools down. I had come out of the shower past midnight. When I checked the storage space again, the timer had restarted: [01:59:59]. Only then did I relax. Lying in bed, however, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After what felt like a long time, I dozed off. In my dream, blood everywhere. A rusted cleaver

Evelyn's POVThe 1.2-mile drive was short, and the Hummer pulled smoothly to a stop at the entrance of the apartment complex.I held out two thousand dollars. He didn't even look at it. "Keep it. It was just a ride."I put the money away. Before I got out, I said, "This storm could knock out power and water. Stock up while you still can."Pushing open the car door, I ran into the complex, raindrops pelting down.I stepped out of the elevator, soaked to the skin. Hans and Tamara stood outside my apartment. They had clearly been waiting for a while.Hans's face was dark with barely contained anger, while Tamara wore an innocent expression. Her white dress stood out starkly against the dim hallway."What took you so long?" Hans demanded. "We've been waiting half an hour."The thought of them working together to push me into a zombie horde flashed through my mind. My stomach churned.This time, they wouldn't get away with it. They'd have to suffer every bit of despair I had experienced be

Evelyn's POVI read Hans's text twice and laughed under my breath.Hans's social circle looked glamorous on the surface.But he was just a regular werewolf guard for the Ironthorn Pack, relying on the pack to make ends meet.Most of the people who gave him a birthday today were only there for the party.His house was filled with junk food and snacks that would be gone in no time. And none of them knew how to cook or stock up on supplies.Even if they managed to find a few boxes of instant noodles and cookies, it wouldn't be enough to feed this hungry pack.I glanced at the time; the message was an hour old.It seemed these pampered parasites had finally resorted to scavenging.I checked my phone. Several parents who usually acted superior were thanking me in the group chat. My warning had helped them buy food in time.One even directly transferred some thank-you money.I didn't bother clicking on any of it.In this eat-or-be-eaten world, cash and digital balances were just pieces of p