I’d already given away most of my stuff.
When I opened the last drawer, there it was—a jewelry box.
It was a gift from Jackson back when I first started working in the White Moon Pack, just a simple bracelet.
There was a tiny bunny charm hanging from it. Whenever I felt down, I’d take it out and see it as if Jackson was there, comforting me.
I picked it up, stared at it for a while with a heavy heart, then casually set it on top of the documents I was taking.
The assistants were all watching, and I grabbed my things, nodded at them, and said, “Thanks.”
“I’ll remember how kind you’ve all been. Hope we meet again someday!”
A few of the she-wolves I’d worked with the longest couldn’t hold back their tears.
“Ella…”
“It’s that jerk Smith’s fault, not yours!”
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