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Blaming the Alpha for Our Daughter’s Death

My daughter had just conquered the pack's final combat training, a feat that deserved celebration. Her father took her out to mark the occasion, but the night took a dramatic turn. Later at night, Charlotte suddenly called me, her voice trembling as she recounted how her father abandoned her outside our pack’s territory after receiving a mysterious call from a woman. I urged her to get home quickly, but before she could, a familiar sound echoed through the phone. My heart stopped—Charlotte had been shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet. Rushed to the infirmary, she was clinging to life. A pack healer told me that only my mate, Godrick Raven, the head healer, could save her. Desperate, I reached out to him through the mind link and phone, but when he finally answered, it wasn’t a concern I heard—it was cold disbelief. 'Arya, stop with your lies,' he scolded, dismissing my pleas as a ploy for attention. Then I heard her voice—Deserie Hansley, his first love—calling him away. And with that, he hung up, leaving our daughter to fight for her life alone.