When the She-Wolf Fell Silent
My wolf had been wounded by silver. It took me two years to find a rare herbal cure.
But before I could use it, my mate, Gary, gave it away—without hesitation—to my adopted sister, the Black clan’s darling, Jane.
The healer told me I had only one week left to live. So, I made a decision: I would freeze my body. Preserve it.
I donated myself to Jane’s Werewolf Research Facility—the one she took such pride in.
The day I signed the donation agreement, my pup threw himself into my arms and said, “Mommy and Aunt Jane are finally getting along again!”
My parents praised me, saying I had finally learned what sisterhood meant.
Gary looked relieved. “You’ve finally let go of your resentment,” he said
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