My good friend, Kiera, committed suicide after being raped, yet I covered up for the murderer.

Kiera's family begged me to identify the murderer, but I ruthlessly kicked them out.

Pack members smashed the door and made a scene. I planted Wolfsbane around the house, preventing them from coming in.

Years later, my best friend, Sienna White, who had become the Alpha Female, ordered my exile while I was dying.

On the day of my exile, she summoned the most powerful witch, who bound me to an altar and used dark magic to share my memories with everyone present.

"Nyla Gotham, Kiera considered you her best friend, yet you covered up for the murderer who hurt her. Today, I'll use dark magic to examine your memories and find out who the murderer you've been painstakingly protecting really is."

When the true culprit's face appeared in everyone's minds, my best friend collapsed to the ground in horror.

On the day I was exiled, my once best friend looked coldly at me from beside the altar.

Having suffered from organ failure for many years, I remained barely alive with the help of medication. My hands and feet were bound to the pillars of the altar by heavy iron chains.

A sculpture of the Moon Goddess was right opposite me, looking at me with a serious expression as if she were judging my crime.

The altar was crowded with people looking at me with disgust as they whispered to each other. Some people even threw vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at me.

A middle-aged man ran up like a madman, strangling my neck and roaring, "Nyla, why are you covering up for the murderer? Sienna was about to find the murderer, but you destroyed all the clues. How could Kiera have a friend like you? You monster! You caused Kiera to die an unjust death and my family to be ruined. Go to hell!"

Looking at the faint wolf expression on his face, I knew he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

If I really died, the murderer would never be found.

The crowd was indignant, scolding me, "That monster! Her best friend was raped, and she knew the killer but wouldn't say a word!"

"Kiera's mother knelt outside her door for three days and three nights before finally collapsing from exhaustion and ending up in the hospital, but she still wouldn't open the door."

"She even planted Wolfsbane around her house. I'll make her taste it today!"

The crowd threw Wolfsbane at me. The thorny leaves scratched my face, and a burning sensation spread throughout my body.

Sienna stood by, watching coldly as I screamed in agony. She used to be the kindest person to me besides my mother; now she hated me the most. Ten years ago, she, Kiera, and I were the closest friends.

After Kiera committed suicide after being raped, the two of us investigated the murderer to get justice for her.

One night, I received an anonymous phone call, telling me to meet him alone in the forest; he would tell me the murderer's true identity. Despite knowing it might be a trap, I decided to take the risk for Kiera's sake. I burned all the evidence once I got home. I also warned Sienna not to conduct any further investigations.

The sudden change infuriated Sienna, who believed I covered up for the murderer because I made a deal with him.

She was not wrong; I had indeed made a deal with the murderer.

Sienna approached me, still looking at me with that same intense disgust. "I didn't want this, Nyla. I'll let you go if you just tell me who the murderer is. You should know what kind of desolate place you are being exiled to, right? The rogue wolves there are ruthless and heartless."

Despite being tormented by Wolfsbane until I was dizzy, I clenched my teeth, refusing to utter a sound.

Sienna sighed. "Don't blame me then."

A woman in black robes walked out from behind her.

"This is the witch I've hired. She can use dark magic to synchronize your memories with everyone present. Once the dark magic begins, your body will feel like it's being torn apart and there will be no chance to stop."

I instantly snapped back to reality and struggled desperately, making the chains on my hands and feet clank loudly. I screamed, "No, no! Don't share my memories!"

Sienna sneered, strangling my neck and saying viciously, "Do you know why I fought so hard to become the Alpha Female, even going so far as to kill my loser brother?"

She gritted her teeth as if she wanted to tear me apart and devour me. "It's all for getting justice for Kiera today."

I pleaded with tears in my eyes. "Sienna, please."

Sienna sneered and replied, "What exactly happened that night? Did you make some deal with the murderer? Let's reveal the truth!"

The witch raised her wand, and a purple beam pierced my brain.

My head instantly throbbed with excruciating pain as if my soul and body were being torn apart. My face contorted as I screamed in agony.

However, the more I suffered, the more excited the audience became. The shouts also grew louder.

The next second, my memories appeared in everyone's minds.

The first scene showed me beside a fire, throwing sheets of paper filled with clues into a fire.

Sienna hurriedly came up to stop me, but it was too late. The documents containing the clues to the murderer had already vanished. Sienna grabbed my collar, her eyes bloodshot as she questioned me why I had done that. "These are clues we've painstakingly gathered through investigation. Why did you do this? Why?!"

She was almost frantic. Seeing that I remained silent, she slapped me until I was covered in bruises.

Other people also rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Seeing the scene before them, they could not contain their anger either. They grabbed my hair and dragged me all the way to Kiera's grave, forcing me to kneel.

Countless fists rained down on me, but I remained silent no matter how much they pressured me to talk.

Some people began to threaten me with silver daggers when pushed to the limit.

I shifted into a wolf and fought desperately before managing to escape. When I got home, I found my house in a complete mess.

Angry residents had stormed into my house and smashed everything, including the only thing my deceased mother had left me — a wolf fang necklace. I carefully held my mother's broken wolf fang in my hands and wept uncontrollably.

To protect myself, I planted wolfsbane at the entrance to my house to keep them out. I hid inside, afraid to go out.

However, I had never imagined they would be so insane as to burn down the wolfsbane and my house. If I had not stayed up that night and discovered the fire in time, I probably would have been burned to death.

I knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly as I watched my house turn to ashes.

Recalling this, Sienna said with a laugh, "Nyla, didn't you bring this upon yourself? If you hadn't covered up for the murderer, would everyone have treated you like this? Seeing you burn the evidence I painstakingly found, my heart ached even more than yours."

The crowd echoed, "Exactly! Why are you still alive and well, while Kiera's family is destroyed? Her mother also went insane from missing her daughter."

"What right do you have to feel aggrieved? You're an accomplice. You're no different from the murderer who killed Kiera!"

Just then, everyone's attention was drawn elsewhere by a burst of laughter.

Sienna and Kiera appeared in their minds.

"Sienna, we'll be your assistants and help you manage the pack when you become Alpha Female. You will definitely be remembered in the history of the pack."

Sienna smiled. "How is that possible? I have an older brother."

Kiera wrapped her arm around Sienna's, smiling sweetly and answering, "You're much more capable than your brother. I believe your father will see your talent."

I held up my little finger. "It's a deal then. When Sienna becomes Alpha Female, we will wholeheartedly assist her."

Three little fingers hooked with each other, making an unchanging vow.

At this point, Sienna closed her eyes in pain, but the once sweet memories still lingered in her mind.

Today's outcome was something no one here wanted to see.

She had fulfilled her promise and become Alpha Female, but what about them? Why was she left all alone in the end?

"Liar!" Sienna murmured. It was unknown to whom she was saying it to.

"My daughter!" Kiera's father wailed as he fell to his knees. Seeing his daughter's once innocent and carefree face, he could no longer hold back his sobs.

On the night Kiera committed suicide ten years ago, the hair of the middle-aged man before me turned white overnight, aging decades instantly. Knowing that Sienna and I were investigating the killer, he saw us as his only hope. He knelt before me, grasping my hand as tears streamed down his face. After I burned all the clues, his hope crumbled once more. He knew I was the only one who knew the killer, but I refused to speak as if my mouth was welded shut.

Sienna endured the ache in her heart as she walked up to me. "Nyla, stop pretending. Do you think these fond memories will make me go soft? The thought of considering you my best friend in the past disgusts me. Ten years. You've let Kiera suffer grievances for ten years. Do you even deserve to be my friend?"

No one wanted to hear a heartless ingrate's insincere memories; they were eager to know who the real culprit was.

Sienna gave the witch a look, and the witch understood. She intensified her dark magic, and another scene appeared in everyone's minds.

One stormy night, Sienna broke down in tears, hugging Kiera's already cold body. "Kiera, don't die!"

The rain slid down Sienna's face. She was soaked through, but she did not notice it at all.

Kiera had a silver dagger stuck in her chest, and the blood had stained Sienna's white shirt red.

I stood aside, numbly watching everything before me, unable to believe that this was true. When I got home in a daze and closed the door, I curled up on the ground and burst into tears. It was as if that silver dagger had pierced my chest.

Seeing me in utter grief, everyone present was puzzled.

"What's going on? She looks very sad."

"Didn't she cover up for the murderer? Why is she pretending to be a good person here?"

Kiera's father scoffed. "If it weren't for her, my daughter wouldn't have died an unexplained death. Kiera's mother has now lost her mind from missing Kiera too much. All of this is thanks to her!"

A woman with disheveled hair trembled as she made her way through the crowd and came up to everyone, muttering, "Kiera, be good. It's time to come home for dinner. Kiera, come home..."

No one could bear to watch this tragic scene, and they all accused me of being heartless.

Sienna looked ghastly. Ignoring the dark magic on me, she grabbed my neck and shouted with furious, bloodshot eyes, "Nyla, look at this! You caused this tragedy! Do you have any heart?"

Although her hand was red and swollen from the dark magic, she showed no intention of letting go. "Kiera and I considered you our best friend. We even used our own money to pay your tuition when you couldn't afford it, yet you trampled on our sincerity. You're the one who killed Kiera!"

I struggled to breathe, my eyes rolled back, and white foam began to come from my mouth.

Just as I was about to suffocate to death, the witch stepped forward and grabbed Sienna's arm. "Alpha Female, if she dies, the memories will also disappear, and then you'll never know the truth."

Hearing this, the bloodthirsty Sienna finally calmed down. Her tears fell like broken pearls as her eyes filled with despair and struggle.

Kiera's death was her forever pain. It was like the lingering dampness after a storm. That night, Kiera was not the only one who died; the soul of an optimistic and cheerful girl also went to hell with her.

Sienna wiped away her tears hastily and glared at me fiercely, "Nyla, I won't spare you. When the murderer is found, I'll make sure you go to hell with him."

The witch intensified her dark magic, and a sharp pain swept through my body.

"Ah..." As I screamed in agonizing pain, images flashed through everyone's minds. This time, there were no definite images. The memories were all over the place like shattered glass.

Sometimes it was during my school days, sometimes my childhood, sometimes even events from yesterday. However, there were no images of me facing the murderer alone that night.

Everyone became restless, overwhelmed by my memories.