Lyra commented, “The video of you and Master Healer Levi proved everything.
“Riley’s qualifications have been revoked by the Healing Council, and she is under investigation for stealing your work.
“Her mate is already planning to reject her or end the bond. Shadow Fang Pack is ashamed to even claim her.”
I replied with a soft “Oh,” and asked nothing else.
Lyra kept going, her voice filled with excitement.
“Ethan and Riley?” There is a complete fallout. Riley continues to cry that she had nothing to do with your accident, but Ethan isn’t convinced. He blames her for everything.
“Only reason he hasn’t started a war with Shadow Fang Pack yet is because he’s holding back. But he’s drowning in regret now.”
I remained quiet for a long time.
Then she smiled—easy, steady, and free.
“Let him regret it for the rest of his life.”
After hanging up, I opened my phone and scrolled through the latest Ethan and Riley news.
Riley was seen slipping out of her house, looking wrecked, with no loyal wolves around her.
Her exposed lies not only ruined her, but also dragged down her entire family.
And Ethan?
The news showed him wandering the beach alone, as if he was still looking for something he would never find.
The same wolves who once praised him for his loyalty now curse him, calling him a cold-hearted fool who let his true love go.
As for me?
I just found everything absurd.
I never was his true love.
It took losing me forever for him to realise what he had thrown away.
“Teacher, what are you looking at?”
Hudson looked over my shoulder, curious and wide-eyed.
Hudson, my new White Moon Pack student, is only ten years old but already demonstrates great potential.
I clicked, and the page closed quickly.
“Nothing. You still haven’t finished today’s homework. No slacking.”
He tilted his head, his silver-blue eyes wide and innocent.
“Teacher… are you sad?”
I froze for a second and then laughed it off.
“Nope. I’m happy.”
Yes, I was sad.
But it’s not because of them.
Because their names still had the ability to transport me back to a world full of lies.
One afternoon, while I was teaching in the cabin, a tall werewolf approached the door.
He stood awkwardly, holding out a large Lustre Hare.
“Hi. I’m Hudson’s uncle-Owen,” he said, pushing the hare towards me with caution.
“I hunted this in the Dark Forest. Just a little thank you for teaching Hudson.”
I looked at the energy-rich hare but did not move to grab it.
“I don’t accept gifts,” I replied lightly.
His blue eyes widened with surprise, as if he hadn’t expected the cold dismissal.
He drew his hand back, awkwardly but not angry.
“Sorry. Didn’t know you had that rule.”
