~Kierra's POV~The memory of that fateful night still haunts me, refusing to fade away even after a decade. The trauma lingers, vivid and raw, etched deep within my mind. It was as if time had stood still on that night, when the moon cast an eerie glow over our silent house. The midnight hour was shattered by the unsettling sound of creaking floorboards. Madam Ann, our housekeeper, had ventured downstairs, her footsteps cautious and light, seeking for a glass of water. Little did she know that something bad was about happening that night. As a werewolf, Madam Ann possessed heightened senses, and the heartbeat of the intruders reverberated through the corridors, revealing their presence. Three of them had infiltrated our home, concealed in shadows. She treaded softly, careful not to attract their attention, witnessing the unspeakable act as they mercilessly stabbed my uncle and aunt ( his mate). Her horror was palpable, yet she suppressed her instinct to scream, taking cover before th
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