Chapter 2

 Zoey's POV

 How ridiculous and pitiful I was.

 But it was all too late. I could only lie here in despair, waiting for the merciless verdict of fate.

 "The surgery begins. No anesthesia is needed for the donor." The lead surgeon's cold voice rang out.

 Then, I could feel my heart being slowly removed, my breathing growing weaker and weaker, and I felt myself drifting towards death in despair and agony.

 I felt my body becoming light and transparent, slowly floating in mid-air.

 I watched as the doctor cut open Ariana's chest, preparing for the heart transplant. There was no trace of mercy on their faces, only a focus on this heinous surgery.

 "Bang!" The operating room door was kicked open with a loud crash, shattering the eerie silence.

 A group of people stormed in, led by a man in a black trench coat, his posture upright, exuding a powerful and mysterious aura, the kind of dignity and strength unique to werewolves.

 As he entered the room, I could feel the tension and oppression in the air, as if countless invisible wolf eyes were watching from the darkness.

 "Zoey..." His voice trembled, and his steps were unsteady, "I'm sorry. I'm too late."

 He took off the obsidian bracelet from his wrist, placed it on mine, and held my already cold hand, his eyes filled with despair, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

 "Russell, you're not dead? You're not in a wheelchair anymore? Your leg is healed?" Nelson's voice trembled, and he swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror.

 At that moment, I noticed the aura around Russell growing stronger, the scent of the werewolf surging.

 Russell suddenly lifted his eyelids, his gaze as sharp as a knife, staring intently at Nelson, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent, as if he could tear Nelson into pieces in an instant.

 Nelson was so frightened that he trembled all over, pleading, "Russell, spare my life! I beg you. I'm your nephew!"

 Russell walked step by step towards him, the air around him seeming to twist with his wolfish rage.

 His fingers began to deform slightly, his nails growing longer and sharper, taking on the rudimentary form of wolf claws. His eyes flickered with an eerie green light, a sign that the werewolf was about to lose control.

 "You killed her, so go join her in the grave!" His voice was as cold as if it came from a freezer, devoid of any warmth, and it was mixed with a deep, low growl, as if he would transform into a werewolf and tear Nelson apart at any moment.

 I floated in the air, anxious and desperate. I couldn't just watch Russell commit a crime. Otherwise, he would be doomed too.

 But I could do nothing, only watch in despair as everything unfolded.

 Screams echoed throughout the operating room, deafening, and everyone involved in this heinous surgery fell to the ground, scattered and bleeding, the blood spreading across the floor, staining a large area red.

 I watched as Russell killed everyone, then carried my body to the seaside, where he sat on the beach all night.

 The moment the sun rose above the horizon, Russell finally moved his eyelids and whispered, "Didn't you say you hadn't seen a sunrise yet, hadn't been in love, didn't want to die? Why did you leave so soon?"

 I had said that in the fire, and I didn't expect he would remember it even now.

 Russell's throat choked, his voice hoarse as he said, "Zoey, I've seen the sunrise with you. As for love, let's talk about it in the next life, okay?"

 With that, he unhesitatingly pressed the gun to his temple.

 I was stunned, then lunged forward, trying to grab Russell's hand, but I still couldn't touch anything. My hand passed right through his body.

 "No, please don't!" I cried out in despair, but my voice seemed to be drowned out by the roaring waves, unable to reach his ears.

 Watching him lying on the beach, I felt my heart being torn apart, crying out in agony, completely broken down.

 Suddenly, my body was violently torn and twisted by a mysterious force, the pain driving me nearly mad.

 I could feel a powerful force surging within me, the awakening of the werewolf bloodline.

 I could sense my bones reshaping, my muscles swelling, my senses becoming extraordinarily acute. I could even hear the faint sound of distant waves crashing against the rocks and smell the salty tang in the air.

 "No!" I opened my eyes wide, gasping for breath, only to realize that all of this had been just a nightmare.

 What I saw was the bright vanity mirror.

 I stared at myself in the mirror, dressed in a business suit with my hair neatly coiffed, and for a moment, I stood there stunned, a flood of thoughts washing over me.

 Slowly looking around, yes, this was my room in the Harmon family.

 It wasn't very spacious, and it used to be just a storage room. It was only simply renovated before I came back.

 I raised my hand and pressed it to my chest, feeling the clear "thump-thump" of my heartbeat.

 I wasn't dead! I was alive, and I had returned to two years ago!