Casey’s Regret
I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead.
The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death.
Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers.
He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation.
With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided.
He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory.
He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial."
I nodded lightly. “I understand.”
He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me.
Now, there were only seven days left until my death.