Chapter 13: Shattered Memories–1
Chapter 13: Shattered Memories
(Olivia’s POV)
The warm water cascaded over my skin as I soaked in the bathtub, trying to wash away the stress of the upcoming territory dispute hearing. Tomorrow would be a crucial day–the formal proceedings that would determine the boundaries between the Grey and Rivers packs.
I closed my eyes, letting the lavender–scented bubbles soothe my frayed nerves. The past few
days had been a constant battle with Cassandra’s territorial marking of Moonlight Manor.
Every corner now bore her touch, erasing my presence bit by bit.
A sharp crash from my bedroom jolted me from my thoughts.
My heart raced as I quickly rinsed the soap from my skin. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
I hastily threw on my cotton pajamas, not bothering to dry myself properly. Water dripped from
my honey–brown hair as I rushed out of the bathroom.
What greeted me stopped my heart cold.
Scattered across my hardwood floor were fragments of light blue ceramic. Not just any ceramic–my cherished wolf figurine. The one I had crafted with my mother on my twelfth
birthday.
The figurine that had our names–Olivia Winters and Sarah Winters–engraved on its base.
The last gift from my mother before she died.
Blood rushed to my head, fury blazing through my veins like wildfire. My vision blurred with rage as I stared at the shattered remains of my most precious possession.
“Who was it!” I roared, my voice unrecognizable even to myself.
I stormed out of my room, determined to find the culprit who had dared to destroy the only
physical connection I had left to my mother.
banged violently on Ethan’s bedroom door across the hall, my fist pounding against the wood
with enough force to hurt my knuckles.
“Ethan! Cassandra! Which one of you entered my room?” I demanded, my voice echoing
through the corridor.
The door swung open to reveal Ethan’s irritated face. His blue eyes narrowed as he took in my
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disheveled appearance.
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“What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Can’t you let people sleep?” he snapped
impatiently.
My chest heaved with anger as I glared fiercely at him. My voice trembled with barely
contained fury.
“Ethan, did you just go into my room?”
He frowned, his expression cold and dismissive. “Who would go into your room? Stop making
a fuss. I’ve been here reviewing contracts the whole time.”
Without wasting another word, I turned sharply on my heel. If not Ethan, then there was only
one other suspect.
I strode purposefully toward the corridor’s end where Cassandra’s guest room was located. I
could hear Ethan’s footsteps behind me, following with obvious concern that things would
escalate.
I kicked forcefully at Cassandra’s door, not caring about propriety or manners anymore.
“Cassandra! Open up!” I shouted, my voice raw with emotion.
I sensed Ethan hesitating behind me. This wasn’t the gentle, easily bullied Olivia he knew. The woman who always backed down, who always accommodated others at her own expense.
That Olivia was gone.
Cassandra finally opened the door slowly, her eyes filled with annoyance. “Olivia, are you insane?”
Without hesitation, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her roughly toward my bedroom. She struggled desperately, stumbling along as I pulled her with strength I didn’t know I possessed.
“Let go of me! Olivia, let go!” she cried, her voice rising in panic.
I ignored her protests, yanking her inside my room before flinging her away from me. Cassandra staggered backward, banging her knee painfully against a cabinet.
“Are you crazy?” she shrieked, rubbing her injured knee.
I stood over her, my voice dropping to an ice–cold menace that made her shrink back.
“Did you smash my ceramic wolf figurine? Why were you in my room?”
Cassandra’s eyes flickered evasively, guilt written all over her face. “I… I didn’t! I was in my
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room the whole time, don’t accuse me!”
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I fixed my sharp gaze on her, watching her squirm under my scrutiny. “Really? Because when I
came out of the bathroom, I just happened to glimpse a beige skirt at the door.”
At that, Cassandra blurted out, “You’re lying! When I went over, I was wearing a gray skirt–this beige dress I just changed…”
Her voice trailed off as she realized her mistake. Her eyes widened in panic as she understood she’d been tricked into admitting her presence in my room.
My tone turned frosty as I cut her off. “So, this beige dress is what you just put on, isn’t it?
What exactly were you doing in my room?”
Under my terrifying glare, Cassandra shuddered involuntarily. “I… I was just wandering
around…”
“Why would you wander into my room for no reason?” I pressed relentlessly.
Cassandra gulped, unable to answer. Her guilty expression told me everything I needed to
know.
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