My Mother Was Killed by One Word

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there.

After Mom died, Dad became infamous.

Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

So, countless people came to our house, wanting to know what those words were.

A single sentence that could make a werewolf break down and commit suicide sparked everyone's curiosity.

Whether it was a threat or a dark witch's curse, everyone wanted to know—either to use it or to avoid being its victim.

There was even an Alpha from a neighboring pack who publicly offered a million dollars in exchange for those words.

But Dad maintained his silence, not saying a single word.

Even when facing the pack council's interrogation, he didn't mention anything, as if he were just a bystander.

In the end, because of Dad's passive testimony, he was convicted of inciting suicide and sentenced to three years in prison.

After handling Mom's funeral arrangements, I visited Dad in prison. I couldn't believe he would hurt Mom, so I couldn't help asking:

"Dad, what exactly did you tell Mom? Why would she commit suicide? And why choose such a painful way? She hated pain more than anything!"

Across the visitation glass, Dad's expression remained calm, his gaze lowered:

"She didn't want to live anymore. What does that have to do with me?"

His cold words came through the speaker, the electric current making them sound somewhat distorted.

Looking at Dad's indifferent face, my heart ached as I choked back tears and said:

"Mom would cry out in pain even when she got a scratch from a wire fence. She'd frantically search for a healer, terrified that the rust might infect her and endanger her life."

"On her birthday, her wish was always for our family to be safe and free from disaster and pain, and for me to find a mate soon."

"Tell me, why would she suddenly commit suicide? And choose such a brutal method? How much pain must she have felt when she died!"

I was overwhelmed with sadness and utterly confused.

Mom was kind-hearted but also brave and generous. Her relationship with Dad had always been good.

Why would Dad say something that would drive Mom to suicide?

And how could Mom possibly give up her life—give up Dad and me—because of just a few words?

What exactly did he say?

Faced with my questioning, Dad just gave me a long look, then coldly said:

"Stop asking. Knowing too much isn't good for you. Don't come back again!"