Three Days Hung on the Cliff, The Pack Regrets
The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite.
Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger.
My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate."
My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data."
Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vici
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