Chapter 11

We stood in silence for a moment, with no further goodbyes.

Just like that, I pulled my hand free and turned to leave.

The shelter quickly accepted the donations.

The director was sincerely grateful, asking no questions about their origin or my motive.

The property transfer was also completed quickly.

I had no interest in finding out who received these things.

I knew very well that the Sienna of today had made a complete break with the past.

In the years that followed, I threw myself into my biological research, determined to make up for lost time.

I published a paper on Rogue gene repair that sent shockwaves through the werewolf academic community.

Before I knew it, I had become a mentor myself, able to supervise doctoral students.

Professor Miles tapped my desk, his expression stern but fond. "Choose your students well."

"I'm too old to manage my grand-students on top of managing you."

We both laughed.

Just then, an urgent call from the pack hospital interrupted us.

They said Logan h