When the She-Wolf Fell Silent

"My wolf had been wounded by silver. It took me two years to find a rare herbal cure.But before I could use it, my mate, Gary, gave it away—without hesitation—to my adopted sister, the Black clan’s darling, Jane.The healer told me I had only one week left to live. So, I made a decision: I would freeze my body. Preserve it.I donated myself to Jane’s Werewolf Research Facility—the one she took such pride in.The day I signed the donation agreement, my pup threw himself into my arms and said, “Mommy and Aunt Jane are finally getting along again!”My parents praised me, saying I had finally learned what sisterhood meant.Gary looked relieved. “You’ve finally let go of your resentment,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”I smiled faintly.Yes. I’ve finally learned to obey.I would return the title of Black clan heiress to Jane, and did my best to grant everyone their wishes.But it was only when they realized I could no longer fight back—when my body had been sealed away in cryostasis, cold and silent—that the regret began.Suddenly, they wanted to bleed for me.They wanted to compensate.They wanted to follow me into the grave.But where were they when I needed them,when I was still alive?"