When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The moment the door flew open, my Beta father slapped me hard across the face. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”
View MoreElsa rushed out as soon as she noticed my parents had returned.She hastily ended her phone call and ran into their arms, her voice soft and sweet, dripping with false concern.“Mom, Dad, what’s wrong? You must be angry with Jenifer again, right?”But before she could finish her sentence, my father grabbed her by the neck, his voice shaking with fury.“You’re still lying to us! You killed Jenifer—and you dare to pretend like nothing happened!”My mother struck her back with clenched fists, sobbing with heartbreak and rage.“How could you treat her like that? We gave you everything! All our love, all our trust—for years!”Elsa gasped, struggling to breathe under my father's grip. When he finally released her, she fell to the floor, coughing and crying with forced innocence.“I-It must’ve been Jenifer again! She always framed me, you know that! She was always playing tricks to turn you against me!”“You still refuse to admit the truth!” my father roared.He dragged her into the living ro
A sharp silence.Then—“What? What are you talking about?”My father’s voice trembled, barely coherent.“What happened to my daughter?”For the first time, real panic flooded their eyes.“Has… has Jenifer really died?” my mother whispered, her voice cracking, almost inaudible.“Was she really suffering from silver dust corrosion? Did we… did we truly misunderstand her?”Without another word, my father shifted into his wolf and bolted, my mother following right behind, both racing toward the graveyard.“You're late,” the gravekeeper said solemnly as they arrived, out of breath.“Your daughter died hours ago. She had chosen a grave for herself, but she couldn’t afford it—she had no silver coins.”“You’re lying!” my father bellowed, fury overtaking grief.“You’re just saying this to help her fool us again!”Blinded by rage, he grabbed the gravekeeper by the collar and tore it apart.“This is all we found in her pocket,” the keeper said quietly, handing them a single photograph.It was a p
She kicked me even after I had fainted on the ground, then turned away with a cold smirk—like she had already won.But she didn’t know…There was a tiny camera I had hidden in the corner, quietly recording everything.After a long while, I regained consciousness. Every bone in my body ached, and my wolf was barely breathing. I dragged myself up on trembling legs, every breath a struggle. My fingers shook as I opened a mind-link with William, whispering with the last shred of strength I had:“Come get the camera. See the truth... with your own eyes.”It was my final day in this world—I could feel it deep in my bones.But if I had to die, then I would at least take the lies down with me.So I walked out into the cold, stormy night. My legs barely held me, but I didn’t stop.Step by step, I vanished into the endless dark.I crept toward the grave with the last breath I had left, whispering to the guard in a voice too faint to be heard:“Please… burn me… and scatter my ashes into the sea…”
“Absolutely not! I will never come back! I’ll keep my word!”I turned my back on that old den—the place filled with memories—and vowed to erase them all from my heart.My shadow slowly vanished into the cold, windy night.Eventually, I stumbled upon an abandoned den, a place coated in dust and littered with old trash.Under the pale silver glow of the moon, the past came rushing back to me.Yes... I remembered that once, long ago, I had truly been happy—before Elsa came into my life.Back then, my parents loved me dearly.But they were always so busy with work that no one could stay home to take care of me.So, they sent me to the countryside—to live with my grandparents.I still remembered the day they left me.My mother held my face gently between her hands, her eyes full of reluctant affection.She stroked my cheek softly and whispered:“Sweetheart, once I finish this task, I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can. Just wait for me, okay?”So I waited.One year... two... and by the ti
Elsa's face turned pale when she heard my words.Then she rushed over and grabbed my hands, pleading in a pitiful voice,"I'm sorry, Jenifer. I forgot to tell you I'm allergic to nuts.""I fell off the roof when I was a pup, and ever since, my memory hasn’t been great. I really forgot!""Please don’t be mad at me, Jenifer. You can just make a different flavor for me, can’t you?"Seeing her fake, scheming smile made my stomach turn.I clearly remembered the first time I made walnut cake for her—I had no idea she was allergic.I did it purely out of kindness and sincerity, hoping to build a friendship.Just because she casually said she liked it, I went through dozens of attempts, burning my hands badly in the process.But I didn't give up. I pushed through the pain and finally baked the perfect cake—for her.However, Elsa ended up fainting from her nut allergy.When she regained consciousness, she threw herself into our parents’ arms, sobbing:“Mom, Dad, please don’t blame Jenifer! She
I didn’t return home out of longing—I came to pack what little was left of me. But when I stepped inside, I realized there was nothing worth remembering.I had always lived in the warehouse—the smallest, dampest, darkest corner they could spare. There were only old clothes inside, and even those were just hand-me-downs no one else wanted. Elsa’s dressing room was three times the size of mine. Everything she no longer wanted ended up in my room—like I was nothing more than a dumping ground.When I finished packing, my phone rang. It was the tomb keeper.“Hello, Jennifer. You asked me to reserve the grave you picked, remember? If you come by with the silver coins soon and book it, I’ll keep it for you. Otherwise, someone else might take it.”I chose a grave just a week ago.It was quiet, wrapped in moonflowers and white roses—the kind of peace my wolf always dreamed of. She said she wanted to rest there, far away from this cruel, bitter world.But now… her dream will never come true.A p
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