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she muttered. “How so?” “There are multiple entries,” she said. “Initial admission under Elena Williams. Then amended to Elena Blackwood. Then—” She hesitated. “—sealed.” Sealed. Of course it was. “Continue,” I said. She scrolled. “The infant was listed as critical. Premature. Emergency intervention. Life support initiated.” My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. “And then… declared deceased.” There it was. I tilted my head. “Declared.” She glanced at me.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

“Who told her. Was it you. And are you absolutely certain she is dead.” “Yes,” Kingsley replied quietly. “The doctor in the human world confirmed it. She had a massive heart attack and dead right on the spot.” I closed my eyes for a second and pressed my fingers into my temple. Stella dead. Her mother dead from grief. An entire pack wiped out in one day. This was not chaos. This was a message. A declaration. Someone was screaming war at the top of their lungs. “Who is dead.” The voice came from behind me. I froze.

He laid it on the vanity beside the laptop and flipped it open. A death certificate stared up at me. Name: CLARA KANE Status: DECEASED Date of Death: 3 YEARS AGO Cause: COMPLICATIONS FOLLOWING NEUROLOGICAL TRAUMA I stared. The seal was real. The signatures were real. My stomach lurched. “This is a fake,” I said. “It’s legal,” he replied. “Which is what matters.” Anger flared, hot and blinding. “You declared me dead,” I said. “On paper. To who?”

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

Age at death: 6 years old Date of death: 10th December, XXXX (1:30 AM) My body collapsed onto the floor. “NO!!!”

"The patient had no vital signs upon arrival. The injuries were too severe, and the rescue window had already passed. "We declare that the patient, Cecelia Thorne… is deceased."

I just stared at the blank screen. Three hours later, Hector confirmed the news. Alistair Sterling had died in his cell. He had suffered a massive cardiac arrest. He was pronounced dead at nine forty-two in the morning. His final statement had already gone viral. It had been viewed over a hundred million times. The hashtag SterlingConfession was trending worldwide.