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Gordon laughed as he looked at Snow in amusement. "Nonsense! You killed Darius, I saw it myself! The moment I leave this place, I'll tell the Hughes what happened. They won't let you off!" Snow said coldly. "No, you'll never get the chance!" Gordon sneered. After that, he started to walk toward Snow. "W-what do you mean by that?" Snow's expression changed. She took a step back and felt an uneasy feeling in her heart!

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

It sounded somewhat simple, but the reality of the security logistics was hell. They finished the meeting, said their goodbyes, and I decided to stay a little longer. "Let's go so you can take your medicine and get some sleep, aunt; this has stressed you more than usual," Snow said to her aunt, and I wondered why the woman looked so weak. Because her wolf is dying, they just haven't noticed, my wolf said painfully, and I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I had heard.

Even on the brink of death, I was still expected to arrange everything for my 'adopted sister'. Forget it. I have spent everything I had trying to please everyone, and in the end, I had nothing left. Finally, I could let go. My heart ached. I was too tired. I really did not want to fight anymore… Lilith cried and kept calling my name, but I could not hear her anymore. … On June 18, 2025, Jasmine died in a hospital five kilometers from home. No family by her side. She was only 27 years old.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

Snow’s face turned a deep purplish red, and her eyes started rolling back. “My father is dead! I want your whole family to pay for this!” Linda screamed and ran at Zeke. She hit him hard on the back. “Let go of my daughter! You crazy man! You’re killing her!” Peter quickly joined too. He and several officers struggled with all their strength to pull them apart. Snow collapsed to the floor. She clutched her neck and coughed violently. Tears and snot covered her face. “Zeke, how can you blame me?!” she screamed in hysteria.

The following day. Cestus had a wicked glint in his eyes as he put his hands together and in front of him, watching the crowd pouring into the courtyard wearing their cloaks because it was snowing. They had come to witness the killing of Cameron Snow, the man who had impersonated Finlay, his late brother and former Alpha of the Crimson Paw. It was dawn, and nearing nine. Cestus had an under butler holding onto a clock beside him, whilst he waited. He wanted the time to hit nine and then he would order for the execution of Cameron Snow.

I couldn't hear what was happening but I heard someone asking to call the ambulance as I laid on the ground, supported in someone's arms who held me tight as the feeling of death consumed me. If Jon was dead then I had no more reason to live. Jon was everything to me and now his gone. Ren I'm sure you'd love to see papa. Let's go join him so please don't hate me for going with you. These were my last thoughts before tears slipped down my eyes and I gave up consciousness. AUTHOR'S NOTE Dear readers please comment, review and rate my book. I will gladly appreciate it so I will know which of my book is best for the Goodnovel's 2020 contest.

Snow groaned, her vision blurring as her knees hit the dirt. “Wow, isn’t she supposed to be dead?” one of the men said, his tone mocking. He wasn’t among the three she had seen earlier—this must have been the fourth brother. Snow collapsed, her gaze fixed on the sky. Her lungs filled with fire as her strength slipped away. So this is how I die, she thought. The silver was draining her power, her life. The man stepped closer, silver knife glinting. “Where I come from, women know their place.”