Chapter 9
After being cast out of the family, Ella’s life quickly fell apart.
Without the pack’s protection, she could only afford to live in the cheapest, most run–down rentals on the edge of human
territory.
Soon, the news that she had orchestrated her own sister’s murder spread throughout the packs.
A wolf who kills their own kin,” the Alpha Elder pronounced, “is an abomination and will be exiled forever.”
She tried to find a new pack to take her in, but no one wanted a murderer in their midst.
Stripped of her status, Ella became a true rogue, despised and alone.
She wandered the streets, a ghost haunted by hunger and cold.
To survive, she was forced to cut deals in the shadows.
Three months later, during one of those deals, she encountered the Forbidden Fruit.
It was a narcotic that werewolves were absolutely forbidden from touching, a poison for the soul.
She knew the consequences, but she took it anyway.
Only in its hazy bliss could she forget my death, forget the blood on her hands.
The Forbidden Fruit slowly ate away at her wolf spirit.
Her strength faded, her sanity crumbled.
Finally, she died alone in a filthy, dark alley.
In her last, fleeting moments of clarity, she remembered me being kind to her when we were children.
How I would share my candy with her, and how I would stay with her when she had nightmares.
But it was all too late.
Three months later, during one of those deals, she encountered the Forbidden Fruit.
It was a narcotic that werewolves were absolutely forbidden from touching, a poison for the soul.
She knew the consequences, but she took it anyway.
Only in its hazy bliss could she forget my death, forget the blood on her hands.
The Forbidden Fruit slowly ate away at her wolf spirit.
Her strength faded, her sanity crumbled.
Finally, she died alone in a filthy, dark alley.
In her last, fleeting moments of clarity, she remembered me being kind to her when we were children.
How I would share my candy with her, and how I would stay with her when she had nightmares.
But it was all too late.
When Ryan heard the news of Ella’s death, his face was a blank mask,
He wasn’t the same Ryan anymore.
After my death, he became a hollowed–out shell of the man he’d been.
He quit his job and locked himself in his room.
The walls were covered with my photos, and a picture of us sat on his desk, gathering dust.
He started drinking heavily, started hurting himself, searching for a pain that could eclipse the one in his soul.
“Sophie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
It was the only thing he ever said.
He desperately sought out dark magic, trying to find a way to contact the dead, to beg for a forgiveness he knew he didn’t deserve.
I could feel his dark summons tugging at my spirit, but I never answered
A year after my death, Ryan took his own life
He died in front of my grave, clutching a faded photo of us
Chapter 9
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Having lost two sisters and a mate, the crushing guilt finally broke Conner.
He began a frantic hunt for the three rogues who had attacked me, but was gravely injured in the ensuing fight and left crippled for life.
As for my parents, unable to bear the trauma of their children destroying each other and then dying one by one, they both
succumbed to a severe case of Wolf Sickness, their minds lost to grief. They were sent to an isolated treatment facility to
keep them from harming themselves or other pack members.
Of our once–proud family, only Conner was left, sitting alone in his wheelchair.
He watched over the empty house, a silent guardian of our old memories.
A family portrait hung on the wall, the last one we ever took together.
I was still alive then, still smiling, still holding on to a sliver of hope for them.
But now, it was all over.
My spirit drifted through the dilapidated house, watching this final, tragic outcome.
My betrayers had received their punishment, but I felt no satisfaction.
Death had rendered it all meaningless.
Moon Goddess, if I could do it all over again, I hope I could live in a family without favoritism, without indifference, without betrayal.
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Let me feel the warmth of being truly loved, just once.
But in this life, my spirit has grown weary.
Let me finally rest.
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