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The bottle of pills lay scattered across the stone-far from her hand.
And Celestine…
She stood by the window, pale, trembling, lips curved in the faintest smile.
“You’re back,” she whispered. “It happened so fast.”
That smile haunts me still.
I lunged at her. I don’t remember much-only the taste of blood, the sound of snarling, and my father’s roar as he dragged me off her.
They said I’d lost my mind.
They said Celestine was innocent.
The autopsy called it heart failure. No proof, no guilt.
Just another tragedy-and another reason to hate me.
I spent a month locked in a medical ward, sedated, my wolf silenced.
When I came out, my father slapped me across the face so hard I thought my jaw had cracked.
“You killed your aunt,” he said coldly. “And you still dare raise a hand to your sister? I should have let you die that night.”
Something in me died that day anyway.
From then on, I stopped pretending.
The quiet, obedient Wren was gone.
Whenever Celestine smiled, I bared my fangs.
Whenever she cried, I laughed.
They called me the cursed wolf of Moonvale.
They weren’t wrong.
Even my only friend, Aine Rook-the girl I once defended from bullies-turned on me, spreading stories that I’d hurt Celestine again. Every whisper in the halls cut like a blade.
And still, I stayed silent.
Because I knew what she’d taken from me wasn’t just my family. It was my place in the pack. My right to exist.
So when the day came that Celestine claimed she wanted Grandmother’s old cottage as her own, I didn’t hesitate.
If she wanted ashes-then ashes she would have.
I stood in the yard, the moon high above me, the scent of old memories thick in the air.
The lighter clicked in my hand, its flame small but fierce.
I dropped it into the pile of paper offerings and moon lilies, and the fire roared to life.
The house burned like a pyre for everything I’d lost. For every lie she’d spun.
When the flames began to die, I called the patrols and told them it was an accident-that I’d only been honoring my grandmother’s spirit.
They believed me.
They even comforted me.
But in the glow of the dying embers, I saw my reflection in the window-eyes bright, fangs bared, a mad wolf finally free.
And I realized something simple and true.
If the world wants a monster, I’ll give them one.
When the enforcers finally left, silence swallowed the ruins.
The night was still thick with the scent of smoke and ash-my fire, my sin.
One of the female officers offered to escort me to a nearby inn, worried I might break.
I smiled faintly, told her I wanted to be alone.
And I did.
Because for wolves like me-cursed, tainted, unloved-solitude was the only thing that didn’t turn its back.
For a long time, I stood before the ashes of what used to be my grandparents’ house.
Now it was nothing but a skeleton, devoured by the flames I’d lit with my own hands.
The air reeked of burnt timber, old memories, and vengeance finally spent.
When I finally turned to leave, the night wind shifted-and I froze.
Blood.
And something darker-rogue wolves.
Their scent clawed through the air: raw, metallic, reeking of death and hunger.
I almost ignored it. It wasn’t my business. Rogues tearing each other apart was as common as rain.
But then-a second scent cut through the chaos. Familiar.
The mysterious Alpha who had once saved me when no one else dared to.
Damn it.
I owed him.
Wren’s POV
My wolf, Mia, stirred restlessly inside me. He helped us once.
And before I could think twice, I was already moving-swift, silent, following the blood and fury into the forest beyond the ashes.
Moonlight spilled across the clearing when I found him.
The man was in his wolf form-a massive gray beast with fur matted by blood.
Ten rogues circled him, snarling, their eyes gleaming red with feral madness.
He was still fighting, but barely-each movement slower, heavier.
If I hesitated another second, he’d be torn apart.
A snarl ripped from my throat before I even realized it.
The rogues turned toward me.
Big mistake.
I let go.
I let Mia out.
Bones cracked. Skin burned.
In a heartbeat, I was no longer human-Mia surged forward, my white wolf bursting into the moonlight like vengeance given form.
The rogues lunged. I met them head-on.
The night exploded in growls and screams.
One rogue fell with his throat torn out. The second tried to flee-I ripped into his hind leg before snapping his neck. Then the third one, the fourth one…
The last one, the biggest, managed to scratch my shoulder before I pinned him beneath my paw and ended it cleanly.
Silence again.
Only the sound of my own ragged breathing, the faint crackle of dying embers in the distance.
The man had collapsed, his gray fur soaked crimson.
He shifted slowly, painfully-bones cracking back into place until he lay naked among the grass, his breath shallow but steady.
I exhaled and changed back too, biting back a groan as my body rearranged itself. The cold air hit my bare skin like a slap.
Damn, I forgot how much I hated this part.
I quickly snatched my hoodie and shorts, tugging them on before glancing back-and nearly forgot to breathe.
The man lay half-conscious under the moonlight, all muscle and scars, his skin catching the silver glow like sculpted stone. Even it was the second time I met him.
