The power of the liquid silver bomb erupted in an instant. My flesh was torn apart, the silver poison corroding everything until only scorched earth and a mangled mess of blood and bone remained. My soul—or perhaps my wolf spirit—floated in mid-air, gazing indifferently at the gruesome corpse below. I felt no sorrow. Instead, there was a lightness, a sense of liberation. For an unloved mate, death was perhaps a mercy granted by the Moon Goddess. I don't know how much time passed before Dominic arrived at the scene with the Enforcers. He was primarily there to scout the area for traces of the Rogues. An Enforcer sniffed the air and frowned. "Alpha, there is a heavy scent of liquid silver here. This might be a trap specifically designed for high-ranking wolves. The victim's scent... it's completely masked by the silver toxin. It's unidentifiable." Dominic furrowed his brows, his gaze sweeping over the pile of bloody remains. My soul trembled. If he realized this was me, would a crack appear on that cold, sculpted face? I stared at him intently, hoping to see even a flicker of panic. But Dominic simply looked away with cold detachment, as if viewing the carcass of a stray dog by the roadside. "It's a female. Judging by the clothing fragments, the style is from the human world. Check if there are any missing human females or low-ranking wolves recently." My heart sank all the way into the ice. He didn't recognize me. And why would he? He had never truly looked at me when I was alive; how could he possibly recognize me now that I was reduced to ash? The remains were transported back to the pack's medical center. My soul was forced to follow, drifting eventually into the back seat of his SUV. Sitting in the passenger seat was his Beta and best friend, Lucas. Lucas looked at his phone and said, "Alpha, did you cut off the mind-link earlier? The Council of Elders just called; they said they couldn't reach you." Dominic's brow locked tight, a flash of disgust passing through his eyes. "It was Elena, that crazy woman. I told her I was helping Sasha soothe her wolf spirit, and she actually lied about being kidnapped! I've had enough of these unscrupulous tricks for attention." Although I was used to his humiliation, hearing it now as a spirit still felt like silver blades slicing through my soul. Lucas sighed. "Dominic, maybe Elena is just lonely. You are her fated mate; you shouldn't be so harsh on her." Dominic scoffed coldly and unlocked his phone. The screen lit up, and my suicide note popped up. My soul held its breath. Would he sense that something was wrong? Yet, his face instantly darkened like storm clouds. "She calls this lonely? She actually cursed us never to meet again! She's playing hard to get!" He dialed my number. The other end would forever be a busy signal. "Fine. Elena Miller, you'd better run as far as you can. Don't come back, even if you die out there!" With that, he blocked my number. It never crossed his mind that I was, in fact, already dead. That familiar pain gradually numbed. I had no lingering attachment to this man anymore. I followed my own corpse back to the base. Dominic stood outside the medical bay, watching through the glass as the doctor examined the pile of remains. My soul was bound to his side by some contractual force, unable to stray an inch. I was forced to watch him, forced to witness his total indifference to the shell of my death.