When the morning light came through the blinds, the real estate agent was already standing in the living room with the first group of buyers.The locks were changed last night. Heavy scent-neutralizing spray had wiped away every trace of Griffin's cold Alpha smell.He never came home.At three in the morning, he posted a photo online. Kendra curled up on the couch, wrapped in his heavy coat. Tabitha smoothed the hair from her forehead with pure adoration.His caption read: "Rough night, but my little nightingale is finally resting safe."Below were nothing but hateful comments accusing me of being unreasonable, saying that as a prospective Luna, I couldn't even tolerate my sick stepsister.Ever since my father died, everyone coddled Kendra. Nobody cared that I was actually the younger one.I looked down, swiped the screen shut, and signed the intent-to-sell contract.At ten sharp, a pack-wide broadcast alert hit my phone.Kendra appeared on video, choking back fake tears."I'm so sorry
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