The Alpha Brothers’ Shame
I was locked in the cellar by my triplet alpha brothers after my stepsister, Elsa, framed me for killing her wolf by giving her an almond cake.
The exit was secured with silver chains, and my wolf howled and begged them to release me. But my three alpha brothers refused.
Alpha Kane, the eldest, growled, "You wicked she-wolf! You knew she was allergic to nuts, yet you deliberately gave her an almond cake to suffocate her! Don't you know it could fatally harm her wolf? You must stay here and reflect on what you've done!"
Alpha Kelvin, the second, and Alpha Karl, the third, mocked, "What a despicable wolf you are! Still making excuses instead of facing the truth. Stay here and suffer what you deserve!"
After that, they shifted into their wolves and took the trembling Elsa to the werewolf infirmary.
Meanwhile, I struggled to breathe as the air in the cellar was filled with silver dust. My wolf howled in agony, but it was useless.
Eventually, I died there.
It wasn't until three days later—after they brought Elsa back from the infirmary—that I finally crossed their minds again.
But by then, they didn't know—I was already dead in that silver-dust-filled cellar.