She had ordered someone to strike my chest with a silver-tipped hammer and had laughed with satisfaction – a sound that would haunt me even in death. Only when she saw I was no longer moving or breathing that she stop. She then placed me on a rolling operating table made of cold iron, further suppressing any lingering werewolf healing abilities.
I had been in so much pain… so much that my body finally gave up the ghost.
Back to the Pack Lab, Ryland suddenly frowned as he picked up my hand to examine it closely. His eyes flickered with something close to recognition as he lifted my lifeless hand. My heart skipped a beat. Did he recognize it? Did he know it was me?
On my eighteenth birthday, he had given me a moonstone bracelet. It had both of our initials engraved on it, along with tiny paw prints. He had put it on my wrist, a symbol of the bond we shared. He had placed it on my wrist with such care, such affection, back when things were different—before Selene returned to our lives and tore us apart.
But that bracelet was gone. Ripped away by the woman who had taken my life. She had sneered when she yanked it from my wrist, telling me I didn’t deserve it, that Ryland was never mine to begin with and I was unworthy of being part of the pack.
Now, all that was left were the deep, jagged, silver cuts on my wrists. There was no trace of the bracelet, no sign of the love that had once existed between Ryland and me.
With a thoughtful look on his face, Ryland left the pack Lab, heading to the pack’s archives. It didn’t take him long to find the file he was looking for.
He pulled out a worn folder, marked with a date from twenty years ago [The Crescent Pack Full Moon Massacre].
The similarities were too much to ignore. The method of torture, the missing canine teeth, the wolfsbane-laced wounds, the silver-induced injuries – The exact way it had happened twenty years ago.
The previous group of Rogues responsible for that murder were caught one month after the incident and in the process, our pack had lost two of its finest warriors – my parents.
My parents had both been respected members of the Crescent Moon pack and had sacrificed their lives to hunt down those rogues responsible for the murders. But by the time other warriors from the pack arrived on the scene. My parents were already lying in a pool of blood, their bodies covered in countless minor cuts and fatal wounds.