Say Goodbye, My Werebeast Pet

I spent every last dollar I had on a pureblood silver fox everyone called “defective.” I treated him like family. He treated me like dirt—mocking my poverty, humiliating me in public, and even sending me to the hospital. So I walked into the Werebeast Exchange and returned him. While I was there, I saved a pureblood black wolf about to be thrown into the fighting pits just because he was too obedient. When the fox came home still expecting me to beg, I handed him the signed papers and said: “Here’s the freedom you always wanted.” Then I walked away—straight toward the wolf who would rather die than let anyone hurt me again.