Harvested for My Adopted Sister's Heart

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest. Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups. But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine. How pathetic— Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months. Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four. Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest. What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything. What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back— With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole. Shh. Listen. That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.