The pack's healer diagnosed me with the Moonshadow Curse.
I had three days to live.
The only hope was a high-risk Blood Moon Ritual.
But my Alpha mate, Ethan, gave the one chance for a cure to my adopted sister, Seraphina.
He said she was more important to the pack.
To appease my entire pack, I gave up the chance.
I gave the runecraft workshop I had poured my heart and soul into, along with all its core design blueprints, to Seraphina.
I agreed to sever our mate bond so he could bond with Seraphina.
I even allowed my daughter, Chloe, to call Seraphina "mother."
My pack, my mate, my daughter—they were all satisfied with my compliance.
No one noticed the dark markings blooming on my skin, nor did they care about the blood I coughed up.
They only accused me of playing the victim for attention.
I just have one question.
When they find my body, will they still be able to smile?
