That evening, no one showed up for the party. Not that I expected anyone to. Over the years, Nicho had alienated my friends, replacing them with his allies and sycophants. The pack knew better than to cross him—or his new favorite.
I opened the cake box, cutting a small slice despite the fact that I couldn’t eat it. Sticking a single candle into the frosting, I lit it and closed my eyes.
“I wish we never meet again,” I whispered before blowing out the flame.
The next morning, I packed my things. A single suitcase was all I needed to leave behind the life I’d once cherished. On the way to the airport, I sent Nicho a single message:
“Let’s end this here. Don’t contact me again. Never in your miserable life.”
As the plane took off, I turned off my phone, cutting off the incessant calls from Nicho.
