Cursed Wolf: Mated to My Brother

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n thought. Why did I feel that way when

old shower, and to remove any wro

cry. My heart raced. Something was wrong, very wrong. Without thinking, I started runni

d it wider, hoping, and praying that everything was fine. But it wasn't.

oor, covered in the

ook with emotions

. I dropped to my knees, the cold

al." My hands trembled as I gra

king. It didn't matter how much I shook him or how loud I

I'd hear his heartbeat. But there was nothing.

all. I couldn't believe this. My dad was the strongest person I kn

d out, my voice already breaking, I couldn't hold ba

d bring him back. But his hand was cold, lifeles

. My head jerked up, as I moved my eyes to the opened and broken window. I saw

and running toward the window. But it w

my chest like a drum. My hands clenched into a t

ut, unable to control my a

hink about what to do next, t

ried as she rushed into the r

ed? What-" s

on Dad laying dead on the floor. I saw the reali

nning over to his body. She fell to

ice was breaking, tears rolling d

d, as if that could wake him up. "Wa

en. The pain in her voice, the sight of her c

tered, as my sister Camila

ce pale, shaking her head like she couldn't believe it.

ad, that is a lie," she mum

ed towards Camila, and pulled her into m

I said, my voice low, filled with

dy like she was afraid to let go. It was hard to watch. I wanted to comf

Dad's office... it felt like a graveyards. The memory of him lying there, covered in blood,

omething wrong. Who is going to scold me now that he

nothing. Someone had killed him,

drawers, pulling out papers, document

the drawers, I froze. My hand freezed over a small, neatly folded l

muttered to mysel

the door creaked open as

nd I breathed in relief. She looked exhausted

I said, trying to k

't sure what I wanted to hear. Maybe I jus

oing to be easy," she said softly, her voice low. I could hear

ing?" she asked softly,

" I said, holding up the lette

slightly. "A le

ead it," I said, my fingers tr

neat, but the words m

the beginning.

ing in my chest. Someone wasn't just a

ut the letter h