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I laughed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
At first, it was just a low, bitter sound scraping from my throat. But then it grew-louder, harsher, echoing off the blood-splattered walls of the infirmary like a dying beast\u2019s cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter, mixing with the blood on my face. I could taste both salt and iron. It felt like I\u2019d clawed my way out of a grave just to die all over again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pointed to myself, shaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMe. Your blood. Your daughter. I\u2019ve groveled, begged, done everything to earn a place in this cursed Pack. I\u2019ve humbled myself, torn myself apart, just to hear you say I was enough. But what did I get?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alpha Alaric stood there in silence. Luna Zara clutched her side, blood oozing between her fingers. Kael Vale sat slumped by the wall, blood pouring from his arm. Maddox lingered behind them, unreadable as ever.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never saw me,\u201d I snarled. \u201cNo matter what I did, it was never right. I could bleed for you, and it\u2019d still be worthless. But Scarlett?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A bitter grin twisted my mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could serve you poison, and you\u2019d say it tasted like moonlight. You\u2019d worship her every breath. But when death came knocking, who ran?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned slowly to Luna Zara, whose wide eyes swam with tears. \u201cShe did. She left you all behind without hesitation. Tell me-how does that feel?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laughed again-manic and raw. I heard it echo back at me from the tiled walls like the cries of a she-wolf gone feral.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kael groaned, his pain painting his face in fresh agony.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Luna Zara whispered, \u201cRiley\u2026\u201d like it was a name she hadn\u2019t said in years. As if it suddenly meant something.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was too late.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t call me that,\u201d I spat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears blurred my vision, and the fire inside me cooled to ashes. I knew what I\u2019d done. I knew what it meant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d spilled blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In front of witnesses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was no going back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They\u2019d report me to the Wolf Tribunal. The Pack Court would call for my execution-or worse, send me back to that prison. Five years in that cell had nearly killed me once. I wouldn\u2019t survive it a second time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since the day I was released, I\u2019d tried everything-running, fighting, seeking justice. I\u2019d tried to end Alaric and Scarlett both, but fate had laughed in my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 390\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t the monster. But they\u2019d turned me into one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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And Scarlett? She still got everything. A warm home. Power. A Luna\u2019s fake crown. The admiration of fools.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While I-Riley Vale, rightful daughter of the Ebonclaw Pack-was left with scars no one could see and pain no one wanted to believe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t kill Zara. Or Kael. Not really. Because despite everything, somewhere deep in my bones, they had once meant something.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I hated myself for still feeling that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My life was a sick joke. A tragedy with no end. A wound that would never close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And suddenly, I was done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Done with the pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Done with hoping.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Done with trying to prove I deserved to exist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned toward the window.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Step by step, I walked to the edge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The wind outside tugged at my hair and bloodied shirt. climbed onto the ledge, letting my legs dangle into the void.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All it would take was one movement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One jump.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No more fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No more dungeons.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Behind me, voices broke the air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChild, please don\u2019t-!\u201d Matriarch Duskgrave cried, stepping forward with a trembling hand. \u201cIt\u2019s dangerous up there!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley, sweetling,\u201d came Mrs. Beck\u2019s voice, tear-choked. \u201cThere\u2019s no pain that lasts forever. Come back down. Please.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia\u2019s sobs were unbearable. \u201cMiss Riley-Alpha girl-don leave us. Whatever happens, I\u2019ll stay by your side. Come down, baby, please\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned my head slowly, the madness in my eyes fading for the first time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I saw them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The three women who had stood by me when no one effe did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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And somehow\u2026 it softened something in me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled-bloody, broken, but real.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cMia,\u201d I whispered, looking straight at her. \u201cYou\u2019re the only warmth I ever had in that house. If you hadn\u2019t saved me when I came back to Ebonclaw, I would\u2019ve died that winter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou patched my wounds. You let me hide in the kitchen. You fed me when I was locked in the cellar. You gave me my second chance.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears welled in Mia\u2019s eyes. \u201cBaby girl\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI always dreamed that if I made it out,\u201d I said, voice cracking, \u201cI\u2019d repay you. I\u2019d buy you a house. I\u2019d send Carmen to Ashmoor Academy, maybe even abroad someday.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut all those dreams died the moment they locked me in that cell.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey took everything from me-my future, my wolf, my health. I\u2019ve got one kidney, a shattered leg, and no way back to Ashmoor. I\u2019m a broken mess of scars, and nothing\u2019s ever going to fix that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mia sobbed, and Matriarch Duskgrave\u2019s eyes were glassy\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome with me,\u201d the Matriarch offered gently. \u201cThey don\u2019t want you, Riley? Fine. I do. I\u2019ll protect you from them all.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I shook my head. \u201cYou\u2019re too kind. If I go with you, the Ebonclaw Pack will make you pay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to Mrs. Beck-Mrs. Beck who once stood between me and the enforcers at Mooncrest\u2019s train station, shielding me like a mother wolf.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI never forgot what you did,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI called you Mom\u2019 that day. And you acted like one. Just for a moment\u2026 I believed I mattered.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I locked eyes with her, and a soft breath left my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d I whispered again, and the word was everything \u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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