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Looking back, Edward and the servants couldn’t even bear to look at my remains, let alone clean them up. Their faces contorted with horror as they backed away from the fire house door, several covering their mouths to stifle their gasps.
“Mr. Edward, what do we do?” one of the female servants asked, her voice trembling as her eyes darted between the charred body and the housekeeper. “I can’t touch… that. I just can’t.”
Edward’s face had aged ten years in the span of minutes. His hands shook as he removed his white gloves deliberately, almost ceremonially, and threw them to the ground. The gesture carried the weight of three decades of service, now ended.
“I quit,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the horrified silence. “And I suggest you all do the same. No job is worth this.”
His declaration sparked an immediate ripple effect. The other servants began nodding and murmuring in agreement, fear spreading through them like wildfire.
“He killed his own daughter,” whispered an older maid, crossing herself. “His flesh and blood.”
After all, they were hired as household staff, not morticians. They were Omegas, the lowest rank in werewolf society, accustomed to cleaning floors and preparing meals–not disposing of murdered pack members.
Moreover, many of them had just seen my charred wolf remains, creating a psychological trauma that no amount of money could erase from their minds. The image would haunt their dreams for years to come.
A younger Omega male servant tugged at Edward’s sleeve. “If he would do this to his Beta daughter, what would he do to us Omegas? We’re nothing to him.”
This sparked a new wave of panic among the staff.
“He’ll kill us all to hide what he’s done!” hissed another. “When the Alpha comes asking questions-”
“–we’ll be the next ones in the fire house,” finished a third, eyes wide with terror.
Even with the promise of doubled wages, none of them would consider staying in this house anymore. Self–preservation overrode any financial consideration.
“I’m running, not just quitting,” one maid said, already backing away from the fire house. “The neighboring pack will take in Omega refugees. Better to be homeless than dead.”
“Exactly. If he can burn his own daughter alive, what would stop him from silencing us?” another servant said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “We’re witnesses now.”
Every servant present decided to flee immediately. With frantic movements, they removed their gloves, aprons, and uniforms, gathering only their most essential belongings before departing with quick, determined steps. Their fear was so palpable it hung in the air like smoke.
Edward was the last to leave. He had worked here for many years, serving the family long before I was horn His lovel
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absolute–until today.
A younger servant approached him hesitantly as they walked toward the staff quarters. “Mr. Edward, shouldn’t we report this to
Alpha Mason and the pack council? We can’t just leave her body there.”
