Neavah had gone back to the Pack house.

Standing in the middle of the living room, she stared at the home she had spent years building with Langston. Every piece of furniture carried a memory, from the curtains she had personally chosen to the paintings she had bought after saving for months.

The dining table where she and Langston had once sat together, laughing over dinner and making plans about their future too. Now, none of it felt like hers anymore. Langston had made that clear.

He had thrown her belongings outside as though she were a stranger who had trespassed into his life.

Neavah wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked around the apartment one last time.

She was done.

For years, she had believed that if she loved Langston enough, he would eventually see her worth. She had forgiven him when he ignored her. She had defended him when others questioned his behavior. She had stayed beside him through difficult times.

But there was a limit to how much humiliation a person could endure. And Langston had finally pushed her beyond that limit.

She tapped the side of her head, connecting her wolf instincts mind link.

There was only one person she reach out to now. Her twin brother, Naytan Knox.

She hesitated for some time.

They had been separated by circumstances and misunderstandings for far too long. She had avoided returning home to the South, because she had been determined to make her life with Alpha Langston work.

But now there was nothing left to save here. She tapped the side of her head, just above her ears again.

The werewolf mind link connected.

“Neavah?”

The sound of her brother's voice almost broke her. She swallowed hard, “Naytan.”

There was silence until his voice changed to that of absolute worry. “Are you crying?”

Neavah quickly wiped her face. “No.”

“Don't lie to me," he asked, his voice becoming serious, “What happened?”

Neavah looked toward the doorway where Langston had disappeared after throwing her things all out.

“I want to come home.”

For several seconds, Naytan said nothing then he spoke softly, “Then come home, Neavah.”

Her lips trembled, “I don't know if Dad will—”

“Forget Dad," Naytan interrupted her. “You're my twin sister. Whatever happened, you're still my sister. Come home.”

A tear rolled down Neavah's cheek, “I thought you hated me.”

“I was angry. But angry doesn't mean I stopped loving you small face," Naytan sighed.

Neavah covered her mouth as she tried to hold back a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“You don't need to apologize over the phone.” His voice softened, “Just come home. I'll handle everything else.”

Neavah closed her eyes. For the first time in years, she felt as though she had somewhere to go. “Thank you, Naytan.”

“Where are you?”

“In Blue Moon Pack, Alpha Langston's place.”

“Stay there. I'm coming.”

With that the mind link ended.

Neavah lowered her left hand. Immediately, the front door suddenly opened. Langston walked inside and his expression was cold.

His eyes immediately fell on Neavah, “You're still here?”

Neavah looked at him, “This is still my house. I built it.”

Langston gave a humorless laugh. “Not anymore.”

Neavah's chest tightened.

“I've already told you to leave. Why don't you listen?" Langston added.

“Langston, you should know that you're the one dying and not me,” Neavah took out the medical report and threw it at his face.

“Shut up! It's clearly you who's dying, not me!" His words were final. "I'm a healthy Clawball player and soon, soon I will be invited to wear the golden Clawball Crown. But I can't stand to bring you with me on that event!"

Neavah stared at him. She had once believed this man was her future but now he couldn't even look at her with kindness.

Langston walked toward the bedroom and returned carrying her last bag. He dropped it onto the floor, “Take your things.”

Neavah looked down at the bag.

“You're seriously throwing me out? Look, Langston, I will give you one more chance to claim me and I will save your life.”

"You?" Langston laughed. "Have you gone mad or something? Save me? Save me from what? Who do you think you are?"

“Claim me, Alpha Langston. Stay with me."

Langston's expression didn't change, “You disgust me. You desperate slut!"

That sentence hurt more than anything else he had said. Neavah slowly nodded. “Right.”

She bent down and picked up the bag.

Langston watched her.

“You should be grateful I'm even letting you take anything.” He pointed toward the door. “Just leave.”

Her eyes filled with tears again, but she refused to let them fall. She had cried enough.

She walked outside and looked at her belongings. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, photographs. Everything that represented the life she had built with him.

What was the point of taking all these things?

She didn't want anything from Langston anymore. However, her eyes landed on a whitish-blue headband that looked almost worthless compared to everything else in the apartment.

But it wasn't.

It was a headband she had made for him with her own hands for Clawball, to suit his jersey. It had powerful tendons in it that would help him breathe steadily. It was worth 10,000 diamond fangs in the market, but he never wore it or appreciated it.

Neavah picked it up and held it tightly. That was all she would take.

Langston stared at her. “That's it? You're really leaving everything behind for that piece of cheap trash?"

She looked him, “I already left everything behind the moment you stopped being the man I loved.”

Langston's jaw tightened. “Don't make yourself sound like some victim. Go die somewhere else. Don't make me a widower now my career is about to kick off. And don't come back.”

Neavah stopped, slowly turning her head.

“Don't worry, I won't." Her voice was calm, “I wish you and your career well.”

The moment she took a step towards the main road, she heard multiple engines roar near. A convoy of luxury vehicles with a silver wolf face was approaching the building.

The first vehicle was a sleek black luxury sedan, behind it came another expensive vehicle, followed by two more. Armed wolf soldiers stepped out almost immediately. One of them opened the rear door.

Neavah stood completely still.

Langston stepped behind her, his expression changing to that of utter surprise. “Who...?”

One of the wolf guards approached her respectfully, “Miss Neavah, we're here to take you home.”

“My brother sent you?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Langston's face went pale. “Home? What are they talking about?”

The wolf guard didn't even look at him.

Neavah glanced back at the apartment, then at Langston. She gave him one final look. “I told you I was leaving.”

Langston stared at the convoy.

His eyes moved from one luxury vehicle to another. His confidence disappeared, “Neavah…”

She stepped toward the waiting vehicle as the wolf guard opened the door for her. Neavah climbed inside, then the door closed.

The convoy began to move.

Langston remained standing in the middle of the road, staring after her.

He had thought he was throwing away a woman who had nowhere to go. After all, she was just an 18 year old nobody when he met her in the stadium. She looked dirty, handing him a bottle of water even though he was just kicked out of the team for making them loose the match.

But look here. Instead, he had just watched that same person who devoted nine years of her life to him, enter a set of luxury cars?