Chapter 8 Lena's POV I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, the shrill sound of a siren filled the air. I was rescued. After a brief check-up at the pack hospital, I refused the suggestion to stay for treatment and returned alone to the empty pack house. This was the place where Blake had once designed the blueprint and personally oversaw the construction, just to make me smile. In just two months since Kendra came here, this place was already filled with traces of her life. The walk-in closet and the music room that once belonged to me were now cluttered with miscellaneous items. Even that wooden sculpture I had carved for Blake with my own hands was now carelessly thrown on the floor. He had once sworn with red eyes that he would cherish it forever. I looked out at the dark sky, a bitter smile escaping my lips. It had already been a day and a night, and Blake was still by Kendra's side. I smiled indifferently, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and placed three items into the mailbox at the front of the pack house. The first was the report on the scent powder from the bouquet Kendra had given me yesterday. If Blake opened it, he would find that the wild rampages of the tiger and the brown bear that night were not an accident, but a deliberate act. The bouquet had contained a highly concentrated scent designed to induce aggression. The second was the check-up report I had just gotten at the pack hospital. It showed that I had miscarried. This happened when he chose to save Kendra. When he watched me drown in the cold seawater. When he allowed me to endure ninety-nine lashes for Kendra's sake. This was the second time he had indirectly killed our child for her. The third was the broken diamond ring. The one Blake had personally chosen and polished five years ago when he proposed. It had been polished 13 million times, taking half a year to complete. This pure and steadfast love had once caused a stir throughout the werewolf realm. He was the man who kept me in his heart, the one who pampered me like a precious treasure. The man who swore to love me for all eternity at our bonding ceremony was him. But he also dragged my eyes to remain untreated for so long just to cater to Kendra. He stood by and watched me endure ten drownings and ninety-nine lashes too. Turned out, this fiery love had already been extinguished in the endless rainy seasons of the werewolf realm, reduced to little more than ash. For five years, no matter how angry I was, I had never taken off that ring. But now, Blake, it was time to return it to you. The roar of a helicopter's engine cut through the air. I squinted and looked up, and saw a familiar face watching me with his head propped up. "Not leaving, Lena?" I stood still for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked, "Got a lighter? Gavin." Gavin whistled and tossed a box of matches down to me. "This is all I have." I nodded. "That's enough." Ignoring the pain in my body, I walked slowly toward the pack house. Our love had blossomed here, but it had quickly withered away in a sea of lies and betrayal. I struck a match and lit it, then threw it inside. With a loud "boom," the flames quickly engulfed the entire pack house. The warm, comforting "home" once shared with Blake now felt like a monstrous, hellish cage. "Farewell, forever." I murmured, then turned without hesitation and boarded the helicopter. As the engine roared to life, my clothes fluttered in the wind, the sound of fabric tearing through the dark air as we sped toward the distant ocean. At the same time, Blake, upon hearing that I had been rescued, was rushing back in his car. On the ground and in the air, two completely opposite paths were drawn, never to cross again.