Three Days Hung on the Cliff, The Pack Regrets

"The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite.Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger.My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate."My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data."Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others."They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging.When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before.And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone."