Dad's Regret After Killing Me for Ex's Daughter
Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished.
The Beta of the pack, my father, looked at me with disgust written all over his face: "I don't have such a cruel daughter. You'll stay here and reflect on what you've done."
I begged loudly for mercy, admitted my mistake, pleading for him to let me out. All I got in return was his merciless command.
"Unless she's dead, no one is to release her."
The fire house stood isolated at the edge of the territory. No matter how much I screamed for help, no one could hear me.
He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions.
Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out.
But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.