Charlotte's POVThe moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down.In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me.My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul.That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible.""It's already arranged. Once you arrive, I'll pick you up."After I hung up, I packed all my luggage. Then, I took the last photo I had of Layson and me, the one I kept inside a locket, and burned it. The flame licked across the photo, warping our once-happy faces until they turned to ash. My heart felt like it was turning to dust right along with it.When morning came, Grace caught m
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