Chapter 11 By the end of that birthday night , my parents had publicly disowned her , casting her out of The Ambersy Pack . The news spread like wildfire , tarnishing her reputation beyond redemption . With The Ambersy Pack’s influence stretching far and wide , no other pack dared offer her refuge . She became a rogue , forced into a life of solitude and survival . No one knows where she went , and truthfully , I couldn’t care less . Alpha Kennard fared no better . Stripped of his title for harboring rogues and abusing wolfsbane , he became a maniac . The weight of his downfall crushed him ; his once – proud demeanor dissolved into a shadow of delusion and despair . He wandered the streets aimlessly , mumbling to himself about lost power and conspiracies . Eventually , the Shadow Pack’s Werewolf Council committed him to a mental institution . As for me , I didn’t want to stay at The Ambersy Pack any longer after everything . My parents pleaded with me , their desperation dripping from every word , but I felt nothing . No loyalty , no affection – just a cold detachment . These were the people who had stood by silently as I suffered , who had enabled Alpha Cynthia’s cruelty and dismissed me as unworthy . “ I’m done ,” I told them , packing my bags . My father tried to reason with me , his tone soft for once . My mother even wept . But it was too late . Without so much as a backward glance , I walked out of the packhouse and out of their lives . I left the continent altogether , seeking a fresh start far away from the ghosts of my past . Years have passed since then . I built my own pack – The Meteor Pack . My new life is free from the people and events that once caused me pain . I live solely for myself .