She kicked me even after I had fainted on the ground, then turned away with a cold smirk–like she had already won.
But she didn’t know…
There was a tiny camera I had hidden in the comer, quietly recording everything.
After a long while, I regained consciousness. Every bone in my body ached, and my wolf was barely breathing. I dragged myself up on trembling legs, every breath a struggle. My fingers shook as I opened a mind–link with William, whispering with the last shred of strength I had:
“Come get the camera. See the truth… with your own eyes.”
It was my final day in this world–I could feel it deep in my bones.
But if I had to die, then I would at least take the lies down with me.
So I walked out into the cold, stormy night. My legs barely held me, but I didn’t stop.
Step by step, I vanished into the endless dark.
I crept toward the grave with the last breath I had left, whispering to the guard in a voice too faint to be heard:
“Please… bum me… and scatter my ashes into the sea…”
As soon as those words left my lips, I closed my eyes… and everything went dark.
My soul slowly drifted from my broken body… and returned to the place I once called home.
At that moment, William burst into the den, drenched in sweat and panic.
But before he could even speak, my mother snapped impatiently:
“Who knows what kind of trick that cunning Jenifer is playing again? She actually asked you to go see her alone! She must be scheming to frame Elsa again!”
“Elsa’s parents gave their lives protecting this pack when she was just a pup. And what does Jenifer do in return? Instead of tolerating her, she targets her every chance she gets!”
“Elsa has always given her a chance to make amends, but she never took it. Honestly, she’s nothing but a disappointment!”
William didn’t argue. He simply placed the camera in front of them, his voice cold and heavy:
“Mom… just play this. Then you’ll understand everything.”
When my parents finally played the video, all their disappointment, contempt, and harsh complaints vanished in an instant. Instead, they sat frozen, their mouths agape in shock, too stunned to speak. Confusion quickly followed.
My father stared at the screen in disbelief, his voice trembling with denial.
“That… that has to be fake! I swear–it must be! Jenifer’s always been good at faking things to trick us!” William stepped forward, his voice low but unwavering, filled with sorrow and frustration.
“Dad, why are you so afraid of believing the truth?”
“This isn’t a fake video. That’s Elsa. Those are her words–her actions.”
“She framed Jenifer… and none of us ever listened to her.”
“Tell me, was it true? Was Jenifer really suffering from silver dust poisoning while you all ignored her cries?”
From the stunned look in my parents‘ eyes, I finally understood why they had always chosen to believe Elsa over me.
It wasn’t about logic.
