He stared quietly at my body, then used an unsoiled handkerchief to clean the blood off my face, bit by bit.
As he did so, he called out my name again and again, but nobody answered him.
In the end, he could not hold back his sadness and knelt on the floor while covering his eyes in pain and misery. “How could you really be dead, Joyce? And I was actually the one who caused the death of our pup. I’ll pay for it with my life, so just wait for me,
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Joyce.”
I watched him indifferently, but the resentment in my heart only continued to grow.
He would pay with his life? How was he going to pay for two lives–mine and my pup’s?
As my resentment increased, I could clearly feel my soul gaining power.
I held my breath, lifted an old bookshelf with my newfound power, and hurled it vehemently at Toby.
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He was hit so hard that he lay sprawled on the floor in a sorry state, but the powerful recovery ability that Alphas possessed
ensured that he was quickly crawling back to his feet.
He exclaimed in joy, “Joyce! You’re back, right?”
I didn’t have the time to listen to him, preoccupied with watching the wound on his forehead close up immediately. I started
throwing the bookshelf at him again and again, smashing his head into a bloody mess.
Toby simply knelt down obediently and let me do as I liked.
With his head covered in fresh blood, he looked like a madman. In the end, he shuddered and spent a long time kneeling there
with his head lowered.
One week later, Cecilia and Toby both disappeared together.
The other pack members all assumed that they had run away to avoid being charged with the murder of Luna Joyce, but the truth
was that Toby had killed Cecilia in the very forest I saved him from.
As for himself, he entered the forest once more, carrying my corpse and our pup’s corpse with him.
He buried us there, then sat by our graves and injected himself with wolfsbane.
“I’m coming to find you, Joyce.”
