Brooklyn's POV: I told Aaron of my and Editha's decision, and he didn't try to persuade me any further, but gave out a long sigh. Abbey didn't agree when she found out, but obviously, it was useless for her to talk too much, and she could only hugged me and cry silently. Moore was very supportive of my actions, he said, "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will protect you from now on." The innocent could sometimes make people maintain an optimistic attitude, which makes people feel very secure. The ceremony was scheduled on the day of the lunar eclipse two weeks later. Aaron went out early and returned late every day. I heard that it was to prepare the things needed for the ceremony. Abbey took care of me as much as possible, let Lydia prepare a hearty and nutritious meal every day and making sure I finished it. Sometimes, I overheard her whispered to Lydia, saying I was overlight. Emily didn't quite understand what was going on, and one day she suddenly asked if she didn't l

Brooklyn's POV: The moment Editha pounced on Susan, she was placed in a silver-sealed box, with a silver chain lock on her neck. Werewolves hated and feared silver, despite it being useful to catch other werewolves, Susan still wore white gloves throughout all of this. As for me, the pain finally reached its peak after seeing Editha being sealed by Susan, I couldn't help screaming and fell into darkness. Before long, I felt like I was awake. Editha stood in front of me in the form of a white wolf, and shouted at me, "Run!" She hadn't been sealed, she was still with me! I happily chased after her, but she ran faster and faster, which I was unable to catch up. Finally, when I was forced to stop, I didn't expect her to scold me. "What a useless thing! I was never happy to be one with you!" "No! Editha, please! Don't leave me!" I cried and begged, but it jumped into the distance without looking back. The surroundings suddenly darHaleed, and the hurried wind started scratching eve

Brooklyn's POV: Before holding the Sever Link ceremony, Margaret said that perhaps the most painful part was not the process of holding the ceremony, but the reconstruction after the ceremony, which gave me a mental preparation. At the time, I thought there was nothing more painful than being tortured by the Hale family, and I could take it no matter what. But it turns out that pain was something that cannot be compared. The torture of Hale and Kate in the past affected your mind, making you cry during the day and sleepless at night. But the ritual? It gave an unbearable pain physically. Now that my bones were broHale, I couldn't feel anything except pain. As the consciousness became clearer, the pain became more and more intense. First was my limbs, I felt that they were still on me, but I couldn't move an inch. I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, so I could only lie on the bed like a disabled guy. The second was the organs in my body. They had changed as fragile

Brooklyn's POV: Amy's arrival brought a ray of light to my dark life. No one knows why she called me "mother" suddenly, but she liked me very much. Every day she woke up, the first time she did was to visit my room to play with me, even if I was in a state of rehabilitation. The little girl would sit next to me, cheering me up by clapping her hands . To be honest, it was difficult for me to refuse the approach of such a lovely child. The original depression and irritability had gradually evacuated. Meeting this little girl every day had become my source of life. But I still didn't see Devin, and he didn't appear in my room the day when he sent Amy to me. He just brought the child to my room every day, watched her walk in before he left. To be honest, I was grateful to him for not trying to enlighten or educate me, but for giving me ample space to digest those negative emotions on my own. Amy seems to be a little late that day. At 2:00 pm, Lydia would come to my room at this time

Devin' POV: "Because..." Somehow, Brooklyn was a bit annoyed, which I didn't know why. She didn't intend to explain at first, but after a while, she answered my question, "Because the assumption and reality were way too different! It was just like you saw a glass of water faraway, when you walk near, it turns out to be an empty glass!" "So, you're going to give up?" I repeated my question. A moment of silence. "I... I didn't want to give up..." She mumbled, then suddenly glared at me, "My, my, you are just as irritating as the first day we met!" I just felt like the atmosphere was pretty good, but it turned out to rain heavily in a split second. We were having a casual conversation, and she suddenly had a temper. Although confused, I was happy to see her regain her energy and flamboyance. "What? Are you that easily irritated?" I teased her, and she answered back with a fist. I grabbed her small fist with a smile, and pulled her into my arms. She then looked at me innocently li