“Mom… Dad… It must be fake. You know it had to be Jenifer who–who edited it…”
“Enough!” my father bellowed.
He slapped her so hard she spun sideways from the force.
Elsa froze, her hand clutching her cheek in disbelief.
Tears welled in her eyes, but behind them, her expression twisted–no longer innocent, but filled with burning hatred.
Elsa threw her head back and laughed maniacally.
“Hahaha! Yes, it was me–I pushed her into the silver mine! And what can you do about it now?”
She smirked arrogantly, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.
“You should blame yourselves. You were the fools who didn’t believe your own daughter!”
She took a step forward, voice dripping with venom.
“After all, you’ve already lost one daughter. Would you really dare to lose another? The one you poured all your love and care into for so many years? So, if you’re smart, you’ll-”
Before she could finish her sentence, my parents let out a heart–wrenching howl and shifted into their wolves.
Blinded by fury and grief, they lunged at her-
And tore her apart, limb by limb, until her broken wolf form lay in silence,
Blood stained the floor. The air was thick with the stench of betrayal and death.
Then, still in wolf form, they rushed to my tomb, collapsing in front of the cold stone.
“My dear Jenifer,” my mother wept, her voice raw, “we’ve avenged you! Please… wake up… Let us hold you just once more! We miss you–so, so much!”
My soul hovered quietly nearby, watching the scene with hollow eyes.
I smiled faintly, bitterly, and whispered in a voice only they could hear:
I’m finally at peace now.
But please… don’t call out to me again.
I don’t want to see either of you-
Not in this life…
Not in the next.”
