The Forgotten Necklace of the Moon Goddess Chapter 7

The body was covered by a white sheet, but Killian frowned deeply.

Siblings, no matter the hatred, share a blood bond.

His face suddenly went pale. He clutched his chest. Wolves often have a sensory reaction to the death of immediate family.

After a moment, he pulled out his phone and dialed my number.

"We're sorry. The number you have dialed is powered off..."

His expression worsened. A panic he had never felt before flashed in his eyes.

He opened my profile and sent message after message.

[Nora, where are you? Pick up.]

[I need to see you. Now. Contact me!]

[If you call me right now, I'll forgive you. I admit I was angry before. I just want you to come home!]

[I don't care about Mom's necklace anymore. Just come home.]

[Answer me! Damn it, answer me!]

[...]

No matter what he sent, there was no reply.

His breathing grew heavy. He tried to push himself up from the sofa but knocked over a glass of water.

Crash!

He flinched. He knelt to pick up the pieces, and a sharp shard sliced his finger.

For a werewolf, a cut like that should heal instantly. But this time, a drop of blood welled up, and the wound stayed open.

He hissed in pain, staring at the blood, dazed.

Sienna ran in from the kitchen.

"Brother! Be careful!"

She turned off the TV and put a band-aid on his finger.

"Why use your hands? You're bleeding..."

She realized he wasn't listening. His face was ghastly.

She paused, frowning slowly.

"What's wrong, Killian?"

"I feel... panicked."

Killian gripped the fabric over his heart. His eyes unexpectedly turned red.

"Nora has been gone for five years, but I've never felt panic like this."

"Do you remember the last thing she said to me?"

Sienna’s frown deepened.

Killian answered himself.

"You don't need to die. I'll do it for you."

"That's what she said."

"Sienna, do you think Nora would... do something stupid? Did I push her too far?"

"No way!"

Sienna immediately grabbed his hand.

"Killian, Nora wouldn't die. She has no reason to. She's a wolf; she's strong."

"She just said that to manipulate you. To make you feel guilty. Did you forget she smashed Mom's necklace right in front of your face?"

"She's probably just hiding because she's ashamed."

Killian’s pupils trembled. He fell silent.

He sat back on the sofa, muttering to himself as if trying to believe it.

"Right. Nora is fine."

"She survived five years of hell. She wouldn't kill herself..."

I floated in the air, bitterness spreading through my spirit.

So, he knew I had been living in hell.

Suddenly, Killian’s phone buzzed.

He checked it. His pupils constricted to pinpricks.

It was a text from his assistant.

A photo. A receipt for an urn.

Clearly signed: Nora Blackwood.

Even through the screen, the assistant's terror was palpable.

[Alpha... the urn was indeed ordered by Miss Nora. But because the $500 balance wasn't paid, the funeral home sold it to someone else!]

Reading the text, Killian’s vision went black. He almost passed out.

His hands shook as he typed a reply, but then the police station called.

"Is this Mr. Killian Blackwood? Please come to the station to identify your sister's body."

"She committed suicide. We found her phone hidden in the rocks by the riverbank."