Mom, I Was Never the Thief

I was the Omega every wolf in Greycliff Pack called a thief. My twin sister Bella faked her death in a fire and framed me for the crime. My mom made me kneel under the Judgment Tree for two years to atone. When camp hunt money went missing, she chased me with a thorn switch swearing she’d beat me to death. I ran, got hit by a truck, and begged for help through our mind link. She laughed and said I deserved to die. I died in the rain, watching as she gave my sister every bit of love I ever begged for. When the truth came out, everyone broke. But I was already gone.