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But I was not willing to show such emotion since the girl here seemed to have shared a connection with the dead animal. “Can you save him?” Lance asked quietly. Sighing slowly, I leaned down. I placed a hand on the neck of the dog to check for a heartbeat of some sort. Even when we as werewolves could detect a heartbeat from three hundred kilometres away. They all watched me closely as I did an unnecessary check up for the dead dog. I tried hard to keep a straight face so as not to show my nonchalance. “It was bitten by an animal, not a werewolf. Probably hyenas,” I shrugged, announcing it to them.

"Rex——!!" I screamed in anguish, crawling toward him on my hands and knees, pulling his still-warm body against my chest. His eyes remained open, as if reluctant to leave, as if taking one final look at me. No matter how I called to him, no matter how I shook him, he didn't respond. My dearest childhood companion, my brother's battlefield comrade, our pack's hero—he had died trying to save me, murdered by these vicious creatures.

He had brought Ashley—who should still have been in the dungeons—with him. All eyes immediately locked onto the two of them. Ashley was crying at that moment, hiding pitifully behind Alex. As soon as our eyes met, she screamed and pointed at me. "Why aren't you dead?" I shrugged nonchalantly. "Is it so strange that I'm not?" Ashley froze for a second, then she quickly snapped back into character. She seized the chance and pointed at me. "So this was all your plan!" She continued, "Everyone, I want to press charges! She's a vicious woman! First, she tried to kill my pup, then she faked her death to frame me and got me thrown into the dungeon!"

I cut the mating gown to shreds with my scissors. So was this his punishment for not saving Lily? The day Serena was released from the dungeon, I went to pick her up. When she found out Zane was dead, she screamed at me like she'd lost her mind. "How could you just let him die? He was your mate!" I kept my voice even. "No. We were never mated. He wasn't my mate." "Serena, Mom is dead. Do you know how she died?" Serena slapped me. "You're still the same. Full of lies. How could Mom be dead?"

But when the Silver Fang Elders cleared out the Alpha's manor, they found something — the document Kael had folded and kept on his person, never discarded: Ash's death certificate. On the back, in Kael's handwriting, was a single line: "Ash, Daddy is sorry." The Elder sent the document to me. I sat with that piece of paper through the night. The next morning, I contacted the Pup Protection Funds of both Moon Shadow and Silver Fang Packs. I donated everything Kael had left behind — the rights to the Alpha's manor, his personal share of the pack treasury, every asset that could be converted — all of it designated for the rescue and care of pups born with defects.

Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea. After receiving the pig kidney transplant, Vivian's body began to reject it violently. She was forced to take large amounts of anti-rejection drugs every day. At the same time, Joel released all evidence of her plagiarism online, clearing my name completely. Her once-loyal fans, upon learning the truth, turned on her in fury. They harassed her relentlessly, threatening and attacking her daily until she no longer dared to leave her home. In the end, she ran out of medication and could not reach a hospital in time. Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot.

To my surprise, Sierra made good on her words. The next morning, my clinic received over a dozen new negative reviews. "Heartless vet! She killed my rabbit!" "She claimed she was selling me an imported premium kibble brand, but it turned out to be just some cheap dog food! Everyone, avoid this place!" "This clinic is terrible! They give pets expired medications!" "Avoid at all costs! It's confirmed that they abuse animals!" On Chatter, a social media platform, someone claiming to be a powerless owner had posted an article saying they had lost their beloved dog.

The headlines got worse. BEAST OF THE MOUNTAINS: SIXTH VICTIM FOUND SERIAL KILLER OR ANIMAL? EXPERTS DIVIDED "STAY INDOORS" — AUTHORITIES WARN RESIDENTS AS DEATH TOLL RISES Someone had created a website tracking the attacks, complete with an interactive map and a forum where people posted their theories. Werewolves. Government experiments. Escaped zoo animals. A serial killer using trained dogs. No one suspected a rich man with a grudge and a willingness to kill.

But, it was surely going to do that very soon. Ryan stepped close, knocked the dog on its head. And, like on those weird dogs in the cartoon, the dog stepped backwards, whined, its eyes moving unstably as if it was giddy. In only two seconds, it fell straight to the ground like it had fainted, or had even died. I stood up immediately, held Ryan's hand, breathing hard. "Is it dead? Oh, no. We shouldn't murder a dog. I think it's illegal." "I don't know." Ryan was gasping for air as well. We had run so much.

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.