“Olivia, your wolf will not survive the next two days.” The healer didn’t sugarcoat it. Two days. That was all I had left. There was only one cure—one vial strong enough to bind my fading wolf back to life. My mate took it. And gave it to my stepsister. “Lucas… that was meant for me,” I whispered, my body already going cold. He looked at me like I disgusted him. “Stop lying, Olivia. Evelyn is the one who’s sick.” “She isn’t! I am! My wolf is dying—” “You’re selfish enough to fake your own death just to frame her.” My parents didn’t hesitate. They stood beside him. They always did. “Apologize to your sister,” my father ordered. “Stop trying to hurt her.” So they walked out. They took Evelyn. They took my last chance. And they left me alone with forty-eight hours to die. But here’s the cruelest part— With my final breath, I was still hoping. Hoping they would come back. Hoping they would believe me. Hoping they would love me. They didn’t. Now I wonder… When they finally learn I never