I was dying. I could feel my soul peeling away from my body, like a delicate thread unraveling. I tried to hold on, but it was useless. There was nothing left for me to cling to.
My soul wandered, drifting helplessly. And then, like a cruel twist of fate, I found myself at a house I knew too well-Claudette's.
Claudette. The girl who had always lingered in Klaus's shadow, waiting for her moment. She was there, curled up in Klaus's arms, her head resting against his chest. They looked so peaceful, so content.
My heart would have broken if I still had one. My wolf, once so connected to Klaus, would have howled in agony at the sight. But now there was only emptiness.
Klaus stroked Claudette's hair, his fingers gentle, his gaze soft. He lowered his head to press a kiss to her forehead.
I wanted to scream. To shout. To tear them apart. But I was just a ghost now-powerless and forgotten.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. My name lit up the screen-my final call. He glanced at it, frowning. Then, without a second thought, he swiped it away. Dismissed.