Harold’s snarl split through the air. “But she was the daughter of our former Alpha from the Starlight Pack! She was like a
precious niece to me, and you killed her with your own hands! And now you refuse to lay her to rest? You defile the dead with your
selfishness, Connor!”
Harold’s following words were spoken with finality. “If you don’t hand Clara’s body over today, I will bring the Starlight Pack to
attack your Blackclaw Pack tomorrow!”
Hearing Harold’s threat, Connor’s warriors urged him to comply with Harold’s demands. No one in their right mind wanted to
fight Harold Nunez, the God of War.
After hearing everyone’s pleas, Connor reluctantly yielded to Harold’s demand. He led Harold to the ice chamber where my
corpse was kept.
The moment Harold saw the state of my remains, his eyes reddened with grief.
Then, without warning, he struck Connor with a heavy fist.
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“You wretched thing!” Harold spat, his voice thick with emotion. “If I had known you would one day kill her… that day, when she found you blind and helpless, when she saved you–1 should have ended you then! Even if she would have hated me for it!”
Connor froze in place at his words. “What do you mean? Clara saved me when we were children?” He asked, his voice full of
But Harold and the others ignored his question. They lifted the icchox containing my corpse, moving swiftly.
Connor barely had a moment to process the revelation before he saw them taking me away. A scream tore from his throat.
“No! No! You can’t take Clara! You can’t separate us! I regret it! I love Clara! I truly loved her! Please, don’t take her away!”
Connor crumpled to his knees, his pleas echoing unheard, Harold and the others moved with cold efficiency, ignoring his
desperate cries.
Only when my corpse was secured atop the carriage did Harold settle onto it, his gaze falling upon the kneeling figure.
“Too late,” he declared, his voice like ice.
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