Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

My blood ran cold. Kate might be manipulative and cruel, but she was still my sister. Without a word to the hysterical girl, I dropped my

bag and ran.

The science building was only three stories tall–the shortest building on campus. As I burst through the door to the roof, I immediately spotted Kate sitting on the edge, her legs dangling over the side. Even from behind, I could sense the chaotic emotions rolling off her- anger, humiliation, and something else that surprised me: fear.

‘Kate,‘ I called out, keeping my voice steady as I approached. “What are you doing?”

She turned, her face streaked with tears, mascara running down her cheeks. For a moment, she looked genuinely broken. “You’ve ruined everything,” she said, her voice cracking. “Everyone knows now. Sebastian’s family is questioning our engagement. Father’s business partners are calling, demanding explanations.”

I stayed a few feet away, not wanting to startle her. “So this is your solution? Jumping off a building?”

“I want you to take down those videos,” she demanded. “And publicly apologize. Say it was all lies–that you edited the footage.”

“You know I can’t do that,” I replied. “It’s the truth, Kate. For once in my life, I’m not letting our family bury it.”

“You hate me that much?” Her voice was small, almost childlike. “You want to destroy me?”

“I don’t hate you,” I said honestly. “But I won’t protect you from the consequences of your actions anymore.”

“I’ll jump,” she threatened, edging closer to the ledge. “And everyone will blame you.”

I studied her for a moment–the trembling in her hands didn’t match the calculation in her eyes. “You won’t jump,” I said with certainty. “You picked the shortest building on campus. At worst, you’d break a leg, which would heal in hours given our physiology. This is just

another performance.”

Kate’s expression hardened, the vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “You think you’re so smart.”

“I think I know a manipulation when I see one,” I replied. “I’ve had plenty of practice, thanks to you.”

I moved closer, remembering the day my father had beaten me and thrown me out of our home. I’d been eighteen, just accepted to college. Kate had watched from the stairs, not saying a word in my defense.

“You know what’s funny, Kate?” I said quietly. “I’ve always envied you. You had everything I wanted–our family’s acceptance, our mother’s love. Even when you framed me, part of me understood. You were protecting your position.”

Something flickered in Kate’s eyes–surprise, perhaps even a hint of guilt.

“I can apologize,” she said suddenly, her tone shifting to conciliatory. “I’m sorry for what happened. But please, delete the videos. Just say

they were edited or something.”

I felt a plan forming in my mind. “Come down from there, and I’ll consider it.”

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