Casey’s Regret
I could not make sense of what could have happened to Casey.
Our father was already locked away. Who else could hate him so much that they would do this?
Pain twisted through me like a knife. I nodded frantically.
“Yes… Yes, I’m his sister. He’ll need blood, won’t he? I can give it. I’ll give him whatever he needs!”
Casey trembled violently from the pain, yet he still muttered under his breath, “No… I don’t have a sister…”
Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy was not contagious, and both of us had extremely rare blood types that were difficult to source on short notice.
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