After My Wolf Spirit Faded, I Became the Chosen Twin novel Chapter 9

Ivy was sentenced to exile.

For a werewolf who had been coddled her entire life, being stripped of her pack and cast out to become a packless Rogue was a fate worse than death.

But my parents no longer had the will to save her.

The news that the pack's Luna had been murdered by her twin sister shocked the entire Werewolf Alliance.

When the Silvermoon Pack heard that my face was covered in brands and learned my name, they instantly realized they had been tricked by a Beta family.

They seized the opportunity to attack, uniting with other packs to impose economic sanctions on Blackmoon.

Overnight, my family went bankrupt.

Angry creditors and deceived pack members shattered their windows, throwing rotten eggs and stones into the living room.

My once-respectable parents were stripped of their Beta status and demoted to the lowest rank of Omega.

One cold, rainy night, he suffered a fatal heart attack.

But my mother was too afraid to open the door to call a healer.

And so, my father died in shame and agony.

My mother held his cold body, the light in her eyes completely extinguished, replaced by a towering hatred for Ivy.

Later, Ivy used the mind link to cry out to our mother for help.

"Mom, I'm so cold, there are wild wolves chasing me... Help me..."

My mother, who was scrubbing toilets in the pack's laundry, didn't even pause.

She coldly cut the connection and spat into the air.

"If you want to die, then go die somewhere far away."

"This is what you deserve."

With that, she lowered her head and continued to wipe the filthy floors she once wouldn't have even glanced at, her hands now rough and cracked.

Suddenly, a drunken young werewolf walked by and kicked over the bucket of dirty water.

The foul water splashed all over my mother.

Her first instinct was to clutch the pocket over her chest.

Inside was a torn family photo.

In the picture, I was smiling brightly. The part that had once been Ivy had been torn away by her own hand.

Her chilblained fingers caressed my face, and tears mixed with the filthy water streamed down her cheeks.

"Harper... Mom is so sorry."

It was the first time she had ever cried for me.

But I floated in the air, feeling nothing at all.

My heart had turned to stone the moment she forced me to sign the consent form.

The next day, news arrived.

Ivy had died in the wilderness, torn to pieces by a rival pack. Not a single bone was left.

Watching this, I felt my soul grow lighter. I thought I would soon be able to leave.

But the last person to chain me here was Ryker.