Chapter 7
I finally stopped at the river’s edge. Would dying end all this? Would that false accusation no longer hang over my head?
As I put one foot in the rushing water, Silverbrook found me. He pulled me into his arms, his wolf’s warmth calming mine over and
over.
When darkness fell, I finally came to my senses. My voice was hoarse when I spoke.
“Luke, could you lend me some resources? Just enough to survive. I
TO
leave this territory. I’ll find a way to repay you, I promise.”
caid goodbye.
The day I left, I took the protection amulet Luke gave me and forced a smile as
He was a good man. He begged several times to come with me, but I refused. Someone like me couldn’t ruin his whole life.
Only after I crossed into the Southern Territories and made sure no one from the Blackthorn or Ebonvale Packs was following did I finally relax a little. I clutched the new phone Luke had given me and managed a small smile.
It was dark when I reached Crescent Valley, a neutral territory. I took transport to a pack–run inn. On the way, wolves were all staring at me strangely.
I didn’t understand what was happening. I just tensed up, only letting my guard down slightly when I reached the inn entrance. This weird feeling continued until they refused me entry. I finally realized–they were staring at me, recognizing me.
The receptionist looked at me with pure disgust. She even curled her lip and growled.
“Why is this whore here? Looking for more males? Get out! Such disgrace! If you stay at our inn, no respectable pack will set foot in here again.”
Once she started, every wolf around began pointing and talking about me.
Some even came up, comparing videos on their phones to my face.
“Hey, isn’t this the viral hooker? Thirty rogues in one night! Wonder if her wolf is completely broken down there. What a slut! And filming it voluntarily? That’s just disgusting!”
“Can’t believe she’s walking around in public territories!”
“Go back to Crimson Cavern! You’re giving it away for free, so why bother coming to a in
“TikTok and Twitter are blowing up with her nudes and videos–different wulf in every dipe
I froze in place. Someone shoved me hard with a broom before I snapped back to
I hit my lip and fought back tears as I pulled out my phone. My fingers treated so much i emred te wrong rune several times. When I finally opened the Twitter and saw all those photos and videos. I finally understood the strange looks I’d been getting. The internet was flooded with hateful comments. Jason’s livestream had been dug up and was bein replayed over and over. My humiliation was on full display for every wolf in every territory.
Just then, my phone received a text from an unknown number, filled with familiar malice…
“Maeve, like my gift? Congratulations–you’re North America’s most famous broken bitch now! Every john wants a piece of you!” “You’re completely ruined trash. I don’t understand why Dominic still cares about you. You’re nothing bout a used bitch. You don’t even know? At the mating ceremony, I MADE IT ALL UP! Those marks on my body were FAKE!”
“Can’t believe Dominic and our parents actually fell for it! Too bad they didn’t kill you. Those men who fucked you daily told me you were quite the ride!”
“I HATE seeing everyone coddle you! I’m only two years older–why were YOU always the favorite? Why did Dominic only have eyes for YOU? Why were you even born, stealing everything that should have been mine?”
