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Chapter 263

Calista’s words shattered the dam I’d been desperately trying to hold back.

My wolf screamed, a raw, untamed howl of grief and rage.

Tears flooded my eyes, Calista, I hated her! I wanted to tear Ayla apart, scatter her ashes to the wind!” My voice broke, raw with anguish

“How could she be so cruel? She murdered my Aurora!” My words were choked with sobs. “Aurora was only five… She was my family… how I could she do this?!”

I wept, each word a testament to the depth of my agony. The hatred ignited the moment I learned the truth from Sebastjan.

Last night, Ayla had desecrated Aurora’s grave, using black dog blood and a cursed talisman to prevent her rebirth. That act extinguished any remaining rationality. My wolf roared, demanding retribution.

I was willing to sacrifice everything, to die to avenge my Aurora.

Calista’s eyes mirrored my tears. She saw the depth of my despair, the utter devastation I carried.

I had no family. My longing for belonging had been partially filled by Maggie’s adoption, but her death left a gaping hole.

Aurora was a piece of my soul, my only blood relative, the one I loved more than life itself. Losing her was like being flayed alive, my heart ripped apart.

Knowing that Ayla had killed Aurora, and that Lucian, that scoundrel, hadn’t believed me, defending Ayla instead… the betrayal was a fresh

wound.

I yearned for revenge, but I was utterly alone. Trapped by grief, with nowhere to turn, my pain was unbearable.

Calista’s expression was filled with empathy. She pulled me into her arms, the familiar comfort a momentary solace.

I was reminded of my early days with the Silvermanes, how I’d silently endured their mistreatment.

My youth, my inability to articulate my pain, had never deceived Calista. She’d always held me, soothing my tears, urging me to confide in her.

But she couldn’t bring Aurora back. I had carried this burden for too long. I was stretched taut, close to snapping. I feared I might do something desperate, something foolish.

I was young; I shouldn’t be consumed by hate. If my grief drove me to self-destruction, wouldn’t that be exactly what Ayla wanted? My wolf shivered at the thought.

I was a talented designer, with a bright future. Aurora deserved justice; and I would deliver it. Ayla, that wicked woman, had to pay.

Even if it meant staining my hands with blood, I would make her pay for Aurora’s life.

I was old, nearing the end of my life. And as for Lucian… he was no longer worthy of me, not after five years of neglect, of ignoring Aurora’s death, of his callous indifference.

I clung to Calista, weeping until my emotions slowly subsided. Her eyes were swollen, her face etched with sorrow. She helped me wipe away

my tears.

“Seren, get me the phone,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She wanted to call Lucian, to tell him about Aurora’s death, to confront him with Ayla’s crime.

She couldn’t be discharged; she needed to make him pay. She wanted me to take him to Aurora’s grave, to let him truly understand his loss.

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