I clenched my fists, my sharp claws digging into my palms, the pain kept me strong. Leon—that cold-blooded executioner—had cast my child and me into the completely forgotten in our past life. My wolf pup, though not of the strongest bloodline, was innocent, small. Leon’s own child. How could he have been so heartless? To him, my child was a burden—a disgrace among alphas. Finally, on the night Eve birthed the golden-furred pureblood pup, Leon snapped.His eyes glowed red, a mean smile bending his lips as he made me drink wolfsbane. I moved in pain, trying to fight, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I stared at the silver blade in Leon’s hand, Its shine was a cold sign in the dark—death's tool, moving without pity. I wanted to scream, to plead, but only weak whimpers escaped my throat.Leon lunged. The silver blade plunged into my chest, blood gushing forth.My life slipped away, my consciousness fading. I saw my wolf pup, collapsed nearby, terror and despair flooding his eyes. His
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