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The Verity Choker A Truth That Killed Me
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00:00My mom called me a liar from the day I was born. Not because I actually lied, but because of
00:05this
00:05thing around my neck, the Verity choker. Mom was Luna of Silvermoon Pack, and she believed one
00:10thing above all. Lying was the mark of a weak wolf. We were her daughters, future alpha heirs.
00:16Weakness was not an option. So when my twin sister Emma and I were born, mom clasped these
00:21chokers around our throats, which had witch magic to detect lies. Green light means truth,
00:26red light means you were lying. Emma's choker? Always green. She could shred mom's ceremonial
00:32cloak and blame the cat, and Jem would glow a steady green. Not me. Green light. Believed. Me?
00:40Mom, I'm hungry. Flash! Red light. The choker choked tight. I shifted on instinct. A small white wolf
00:48clawing desperately at the Jem around my neck, claws scraping against it, unable to get it off.
00:53I'm not lying. Not lying. Please.
00:59But mom's eyes had already gone cold. Instant punishment. Mom's punishment wasn't gentle.
01:05No food, locked in my room, no contact with anyone in the pack.
01:09The truth necklace doesn't lie, Stella. Starve now, study later. I'm doing this for your own good.
01:15After 10 years of this, I started believing it too. Maybe I really was born wrong.
01:20New Year's Eve, everything changed. Mom was getting ready to take Emma to the pack's bonfire
01:25celebration. And that's when the pain hit, like a knife twisting in my gut. I collapsed on the floor,
01:31my skeletal frame curling into itself. The choker flashed red and choked tight. She looked down at me,
01:37disgusted in her eyes.
01:42In your dreams, Stella? Faking an illness to ruin our night? She grabbed Emma's hand and headed for
01:48the door. I wanted to howl, but my wolf was too weak to answer. I shifted anyway, forced it. A
01:55small
01:55white wolf trembling on the floor, ribs heaving. Maybe in this warm, the pain would hurt less. It
02:01didn't. I couldn't even hold the shift. I slipped back into myself without meaning to.
02:06Sorry, Mom. I won't lie anymore. But the pain got worse. Way worse. The door handle turned. For
02:12one second, I thought, Mom's coming back. She came back for me. Hurry up. The bonfire is starting.
02:19Emma's waiting. Mom? I reached out with a shaking hand. Please. Something's really wrong. I feel like
02:26I'm dying. She glanced at my neck. The gem was flashing red over and over. She crouched down,
02:32grabbed my chin. Stella, how long are you going to keep this up? Can't you just be honest and stay
02:39here and think about what you've done? Dad appeared in the doorway. Honey, should we at least leave her
02:45some food? Food? She has a stash of snacks she bought with stolen money. She won't starve. Lock the
02:53door. When that gem turns green, we'll talk. But... But what? It's because you spoil her that
03:00she turned out this way. Look at Emma. Her gem has always been green. Stella is a liar. An alpha
03:08heiress who can't tell the truth. She needs discipline. But my cabinet was empty. Emma stole
03:14that money. Emma ate those snacks. Emma just stood there with her glowing green gem saying,
03:19Not me. And mom believed her. I tried to defend myself. It wasn't me! Red light. The choker
03:27choked tight. I tried to shift. Nothing happened. Deep inside, my wolf barely stirred. Mom locked
03:35me up for three days with nothing but water and stale bread. Mom turned to leave. Emma peeked
03:40through the door, made a face at me. Bye sis. We're gonna see the bonfire. Her gem glowed a steady
03:47green. So pretty. The door locked. The house went silent. I called my wolf. Nothing came
03:53back. Not even a whisper. Just me alone. The pain was unbearable. But I kept thinking. Mom's
04:02right. The gem doesn't lie. It's red. So I must be lying. I'm not in pain. I'm not in pain.
04:11I kept repeating it like a prayer. Eventually, I almost believed it. The pain dulled. Or maybe
04:21I was just going numb. I crawled to my desk. I had to write. That was the rule. If the
04:28gem
04:28glowed red, I had to pen a thousand word apology. Or mom would never let me out. I am a
04:35liar.
04:35Write it down. And maybe mom would forgive me. Maybe she'd even let me out. I opened
04:42my journal. Pages and pages of apologies I'd written over the years. Sorry I lied. I won't
04:48do it again. But this time, I wanted to write the truth. My vision blurred. My hand shook
04:55as I wrote, Mom, I really love you. It really hurts. Why won't you believe me? Please believe
05:03me. Just once. The moment I finished the last word, the pain vanished. Just gone. I felt
05:11light. Weightless. I looked down. I was floating. And there, slumped over the desk, was my body.
05:20Motionless. The gem still flashing red around a dead girl's neck. Oh, I'm dead. And then,
05:27she came out. My wolf. Stepping out of my body like she'd been waiting all along. Small. Skinny.
05:35Barely holding together. She looked up at me and, once, soft and low. In the pack's old stories,
05:43they say when a wolf dies young, her spirit doesn't cross over alone. Her wolf walks beside
05:49her until they find the door together. I knelt down. She pressed her nose into my ghostly palm.
05:56Finally. We were together now. But I never learned how to be honest. Sorry, Mom. I heard laughter.
06:03Mom. Dad. Emma. Coming through the front door. Tonight's bonfire was beautiful.
06:09The best one yet. Just like our Emma. Perfect in every way. I'd never heard her sound like that when
06:17she talked about me. I floated toward them, my wolf patting silently at my side. Moving on instinct,
06:24I wanted to help them take off their cloaks. That's what I always did. Mom! My arms passed right
06:30through her body. Like wind. Why is it so cold here? Is the hearthi out? I stood there, staring at
06:37my
06:37transparent hands. My wolf pressed against my leg and looked up at me with sad eyes. Right. Dead wolves
06:44couldn't hug the living. Shall we go and see Stella? She hasn't eaten yet. Still the good cop. I looked
06:50at Mom hopefully. If she found me dead, would she be sad? Would she regret it? She won't starve. She
06:59is
06:59a werewolf, not a human pup. This whole fake sick for attention thing is out of control. I laughed bitterly.
07:07Mom wasn't wrong. Werewolves heal. But I hadn't been able to in a long time. Last winter,
07:13the choker left bruises that stayed for days. That hadn't happened before. I reached for my wolf. She
07:19was still there, but the warmth never came. She was too hungry. Just like me. Mom never noticed.
07:26She only ever looked at my neck for one thing. The gem. And whether it was red or green. Mom
07:32pushed
07:32open my door. Didn't even turn on the light. Just for a second, her eyes flashed gold. Her wolf might
07:38have
07:38known. Mom didn't listen. In the dim glow from the hallway, she saw me slumped over my desk.
07:44I looked like a skeleton. Hadn't moved. Still putting on an act? You're ten years old,
07:52not five. Grow up. Mom, I'm not playing. I'm dead. Look at me. Touch me. I'm freezing.
08:00She couldn't hear me. She only believed what she wanted to see. Emma squeezed past her,
08:05held up her choker with that smug little grin. Look, my gem is green. Stella's is still red.
08:12She's lying, even in her sleep. That's my good girl. Ignore the liar. Let her stay there.
08:18Maybe she'll learn how to be honest. Should we at least put her in bed? It's freezing.
08:25Put her in bed? Look at that red gem, still lying. Come on, leave her. We have to visit grandma
08:31tomorrow.
08:33The door locked again. I floated next to my corpse. My wolf curled silently at my feet,
08:39staring at that single point of red light in the darkness. Mom, if you'd just stepped closer,
08:44if you'd just touched my hand, you'd know I was ice cold. But you didn't. You believed the choker,
08:50not the daughter you carried for nine months. That night, a rat crawled out of my empty cabinet. I used
08:57to scream whenever I saw rats. But now, I just floated by the ceiling, watching it scurry across
09:02my dead body. The rat bit into my toe. I didn't feel anything. My wolf charged at it anyway, and
09:09passed right through, landing on the other side. She turned back to look at me, confused, lost. I pulled
09:16her close and buried my face in the fur of her back. It's okay. You can't feel it anymore. It'll
09:23be over
09:23soon. She let out one low growl, then went still against me. Finally, no more pain. For either of
09:31us. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. No warmth reached my body. In the kitchen,
09:38I could hear mom making breakfast. The smell of roasted meat crept under my door. My favorite.
09:43But mom always said liars don't deserve meat. So I only ever got steamed vegetables. She was clanging
09:50the pots extra loud on purpose. Trying to tempt me out. Trying to make me give in and apologize for
09:56things I never did. In the old days, I might have caved. I might have confessed to anything for one
10:02bite of roasted meat. But I don't need food anymore. Stella still hasn't come out yet? Dad asked,
10:08reading the pack notices. She is so stubborn. She can eat or not. I don't care.
10:15Emma walked to my door and made a big show of sniffing the air. Then she screamed dramatically.
10:22Mom! Stella's room smells like poop! Did she poop in there? I floated by the door, watching my sister
10:30with a bitter smile. My wolf sat beside me, ears flat, eyes low. The hearth was burning hot. After just
10:38one
10:39night, my body started to rot. Mom stormed over, pounding on the door.
10:44Stella! Who does that? The toilet is right there! Did you shit on the floor to spite me?
10:51I remembered being six. I had food poisoning. Couldn't make it to the toilet in time.
10:57Mom didn't help me clean up. She made me stand outside, pointed at me, and told the neighbors.
11:02Look at this. She's such a mess. She can't even use the toilet herself.
11:07Now she thought I was dirty again. Leave her. Let her sit in her own stink.
11:13But Dad stood up, frowning. That smells really bad. I should check.
11:18Could it be a dead rat or something? My heart, if I still had one, leapt.
11:24Dad! Please! Open the door! I'm right here! Just turn the handle and you'll see I'm not moving!
11:31I waved my transparent arms frantically. My wolf ran straight to my bedroom door,
11:36willing Dad to open it. Dad's hand touched the door handle. His hand froze. Someone was pounding at the
11:43front door. A pack elder. Urgent business. Dad's face went pale. He grabbed his cloak.
11:48The border. There's an emergency.
11:50He was already out the door. I froze. So close. One second away. If that knock had come one second
11:57later, I would have been found. Maybe then, I wouldn't have rotted alone. That afternoon,
12:02Mom took Emma to the pack market. The house was empty except for my corpse. When they came back that
12:06evening, loaded down with food and gifts from the market, the smell had gotten worse. Mom gagged the
12:12second she walked in. Stella? Are you trying to turn this place into a den of inequity?
12:17She didn't even open my door. Just grabbed cloth strips and sealed the gap at the bottom.
12:22If you want to stay in there and make disgusting stew zoos, don't stink up my house.
12:26She patted her hands together, satisfied. Then went to prepare dinner. I stared at that sealed door.
12:31My wolf pressed her nose against it and whimpered once. So that's it. I'm worth less than a venison
12:37dinner. By day three, even the cloth strips couldn't contain the smell. Mom was arranging fresh wildflowers,
12:42trying to cover it up. But the stench of death is unmistakable. Sweet. Rotten. Oily. She cut a
12:49rose stem too hard. A thorn pierced her hand. She snapped. In her mind, I was doing this on purpose.
12:55Not bathing. Poop on the floor. Hiding dead rats in my room. All to piss her off. All to defy
13:01her authority
13:01as Luna. Stella! She grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen. Stormed toward my room. I'm done with
13:08you! You disgusting little brat! Time you learned what real pain feels like! I floated in front of
13:14her, waving my arms desperately. Don't come in, Mom! Please! Please! Even though she never loved me,
13:23I didn't want her to see me like that. But she walked right through me. Ripped the cloth strips off.
13:28Jammed the spare key into the lock. The door flew open. The smell hit her like a wall. She stumbled
13:33back,
13:34retching. Stella! What are you doing?! She saw me. Still slumped over the desk. Back turned. Not moving.
13:41To her, this was the ultimate rebellion. I'm talking to you! She marched over, raised the rolling pin,
13:48but stopped. She wanted to see my face first. Wanted to see my... Get up! She grabbed the back of
13:54my shirt.
13:55Grabbed my skin. The moment she touched me, she froze. Through the thin fabric, her hand didn't feel
14:00warm flesh. She felt cold, hard, dead meat. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones. What?!
14:07But momentum carried her forward. She yanked. Crash. My body, stiff as a board, toppled backward,
14:13taking the chair with it. And there was my face. Blue-black. Eyes bulging. Features twisted in agony.
14:19Dried foam and blood crusted around my mouth. Around my blackened neck. The Verity choker hung lifeless.
14:26The gem dark. No red. No green. Just silence. My journal slid off the desk. Fell open at mom's feet.
14:33The last page stared up at her. Mom, my stomach really hurts. The choker is wrong. I'm not lying.
14:40Please don't punish me. Mom screamed. Not a wolf's howl. A raw, guttural shriek that tore through her throat.
14:47She stumbled backward. Slammed into the bookshelf. A clay pot shattered. But she didn't seem to feel the pain.
14:54She just stared at me. Eyes wide. Unblinking. No, no. This isn't real.
15:03Stella, get up. Stella, please get up. I'm not angry anymore. Please don't scare me again.
15:10Her hand reached out, trembling, to touch my arm. The second her skin made contact with my corpse,
15:16she recoiled like she'd been burned. That cold was too real. Lisa from next door heard the screaming and
15:23went straight to the pack healer. When she saw what was in my room, she collapsed in the gate.
15:28Within the hour, heavy boots on the floorboards. The pack healer and a handful of pack warriors
15:34crowding the entrance. Mom sat on the floor, a warrior's hand on her shoulder.
15:39She's faking it. She's always lying.
15:43It doesn't lie. I'm just teaching her. No one responded. They all looked at her like she was a
15:49monster. The pack healer crouched next to my body. He muttered under his breath.
15:54Severe malnutrition. Organ failure. This puppy has been starved for at least a month.
16:00He carefully tried to remove the Verity choker. But it had fused. Years of tightening had pressed
16:06the leather deep into the skin of my neck. Damn it.
16:10He had to use tools to pry it off. Even dead, my soul flinched. My wolf lifted her head and
16:18long, raw, desperate. The kind of howl that should have shaken the walls. No one heard it. No one
16:26flinched. We were already dead. A warrior picked up my journal, started reading. His face went from
16:32neutral to horrified. Mom's eyes locked onto that book. That's her confession. She admits she lied.
16:39Look! She wrote it herself! The warrior pushed her back, wrapped the journal in cloth, and took it.
16:48We'll report it to the council. That's when Dad got home. He saw the pack healer and the pack warriors
16:54crowding the doorway. Saw the body wrap being carried out. Saw the long cord that sealed away my entire life.
17:03His legs gave out. He collapsed on the doorstep. Emma stood nearby, sobbing in confusion.
17:09She pointed at the discolored Verity choker on the table. Why does Stella have a black collar?
17:14And I have a green one. See? She held up her neck. The gem blinked its steady green. It was
17:21grotesque.
17:23The council elders arrived before dawn. Mom straightened when she saw them. Even now,
17:28even with my body three days cold and rotting, her Luna instincts kicked in. She lifted her chin,
17:35squared her shoulders. It didn't work today. They started questioning Mom in the living room.
17:41Mom grabbed the Verity choker off the table like it was a lifeline.
17:45Test it! That choker proved she was lying! Red gem means lie. I never abused her! The choker told me!
17:56I was just educating her! The council elders looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
18:02The pup shows signs of extreme malnutrition. Months of starvation.
18:08Aphelion, multiple old injuries consistent with prolonged. That's dis-discipline! That's teaching
18:14her to be honest! Then, she did something insane. You don't believe me? Fine. I'll wear it.
18:25Watch. It'll be green. The leather pressed against her skin. Cold. Sticky. That was my blood. She took
18:33a deep breath. Tried to calm herself. She needed to prove she was innocent. Needed to prove her way of
18:40raising an alpha heir was right. She held up the gem, eyes wild. Listen, I'm Rachel. I'm Stella's mother.
18:48This is the truth. The absolute truth. The gem flashed red. Mom's confident expression shattered.
18:56No! What? I said truth! I am Rachel! I never abused her! I did it for her own good!
19:07I love her! And suddenly, she remembered. Me, 10 years old, gasping as the choker tightened around
19:16my throat, biting my lip so I wouldn't make a sound. Is this what it felt like? Why is it
19:23red? I am
19:24telling the truth! Turn green! You're broken! You're setting me up! But the gem kept flashing,
19:29like it was mocking her. You're a liar. You're a liar. You're a liar. Enough! This is just a
19:39bloodstone. I've seen it before. It changes color with body heat. Fear. Pain. Anything that makes your
19:46heart race. Temperature rises. It burns red. That's all it does. No witch magic. Never was. Think about your
19:56daughter. Ruptured appendix. Organ failure. The pain must have been unbearable. She was terrified.
20:03And what did you see? A red gem. So you punished her more. Which made her more scared. Which made
20:12her
20:12temperature rise. Which made the stone turn redder. You are Luna. You are supposed to protect every wolf
20:22in this pack. You couldn't even protect your own daughter. You ignored her cries for help.
20:29You starved your daughter to death. Mom's world collapsed. She sat there,
20:34staring at the flashing gem on her own neck and finally understood. For 10 years, every red light
20:41wasn't because I was lying. It was because I was scared. Scared of her anger. Scared of being misunderstood.
20:49Scared of eating food that made me sick. I was in pain. Pain that made my heart race and cold
20:56sweat
20:56pour down my face. I was desperate. Desperate for a hug. For her to hold me the way she held
21:03Emma.
21:04Every signal from my frightened heart, she had interpreted as proof of my lies.
21:09No! Get it off! I'm not lying! I'm not!
21:17She tried to shift, fur rippling across her skin, bones cracking. But the leather cinched harder
21:23around her throat the moment her neck began to change. She snapped back into human form, gasping.
21:30I can't get it off! Stella, take it back! I'm sorry! It's all my fault!
21:37This little bit of choking and she was already breaking. Mom, I suffered for 10 years. The council
21:45elders needed evidence for judgment. So they opened my journal in front of my parents.
21:51February 14th. Sunny. Mom put celery on my plate. I'm allergic. My throat swells. I can't breathe.
21:59I said I can't eat it. But because I was scared of making her angry, my body ran hot. The
22:05gem flashed
22:06red. The choker tightened. Mom said I was picky. Lying. Made me eat the whole plate. That night,
22:14I threw up blood. My throat felt like it was on fire. I shifted to ease my pain. Mom saw
22:21it and said
22:22I'd snuck berry juice. That I was faking. The choker tightened for 10 more minutes. Mom's hand flew to
22:30her mouth. She was shaking violently. She remembered that. She really did think it was berry juice. She
22:40turned away to read Emma a bedtime story. That was blood from a swollen, torn throat. June 1st. Pup's
22:49day. Emma shredded Mom's ceremonial cloak. Emma's heart is always calm. Her gem stays green. I tried to
22:57explain, but I was scared of being hit. My body ran hot. Red gem. Choker tightened for 10 minutes. It
23:05hurt so bad. But I didn't cry. Because crying makes your body run hotter. And mom thinks that means
23:12you're not sorry. So I held my breath. Pretended it didn't hurt. Mom said, see? She doesn't even blink.
23:21She's definitely faking it. Dad couldn't take it anymore. This man, who had always put the pack before
23:27his own family, chose duty over his daughter for 10 years. You monster! What did you do? That was
23:35your daughter! You treated her like a stray! Blood at the corner of her mouth. Not my fault.
23:42Not my fault. It's her. It's Emma. Emma's gem was always green. Emma was a good one. If it wasn't
23:50for
23:50that green light making me trust her, I wouldn't have believed the red light so much. This is Emma's
23:56fault. That little princess everyone had protected. One of the council elders walked over, gently removed the
24:02green Verity Choker from her neck. Took out a blade. Pried the gem loose right there.
24:08It rolled onto the table, still glowing green. Steady. Unchanged. The elder picked up the stone.
24:16A glowstone. That is all. Your younger daughter's choker was always going to shine green. No matter
24:23what she said, did, or lied about. It would never change. Your so-called Verity Choker was a fraud.
24:33That was her truth for 10 years. That was the evidence she used to convict me. A common glowstone
24:39that put me in hell while Emma lived in paradise. So I wasn't a liar. I laughed. Laughed until I
24:47cried.
24:48Turns out, ghosts could cry too. The elder turned to the last page of the journal. His voice broke.
24:54The handwriting was a mess, clearly written while dying. Mom, if I die, will the choker stop glowing
25:00red? Or if it turns green, will you hug me then? I'm not lying. I couldn't heal myself anymore. My
25:07stomach
25:08hurts so much. Like knives. Next life, please don't make me wear the choker. Please. I just want to be
25:16a
25:16normal pup. I want to eat mom's roasted meat. Mom stared at the broken glowstone on the table.
25:21That truth magic she trusted without question? A worthless stone. Because of that stone,
25:27she spoiled Emma for 10 years. Because of that cursed red light, she tortured me for 10 years.
25:37Mom started laughing. Her voice cracking in every sound. Worse than crying. Fake. All fake.
25:48I killed my most honest pup. And I worshipped a liar. She'd lost her mind. For real this time. My
25:57death
25:57became the talk of the entire pack. Lisa, the neighbor who had sent for the pack healer,
26:02told everyone what she'd seen. Every wolf knew by morning. Luna had starved her own daughter
26:09to death. Monster. Murderer. She doesn't deserve to be Luna. Stones flew at our door. The word killer
26:18carved into the wall. The council convened within the day. The verdict was swift. Dad lost his alpha title.
26:26No wolf would follow him now. My grandfather, the former alpha, read out the judgment himself.
26:32He didn't look at his son once. Dad walked out of the council hall and never looked back. He took
26:39Emma
26:39and left the pack that same night. Emma was a bad seed, sure. But she was still his blood. Before
26:46they
26:46left, Emma tried to take her green choker. Dad stomped on it. Why the hell would you want that piece
26:52of trash?
26:53Emma cried as he dragged her away. Mom got out of the dungeon. The healer said she had lost her
26:59mind.
26:59The council locked her in the home instead. The one that still smelled like death. Her mental state
27:05deteriorated fast. She refused to take off the red choker. She would tighten it herself whenever the
27:11guilt got too heavy. She said choking was the only thing that eased it. It was her self-imposed punishment.
27:17I floated in the darkness. My wolf curled beside me, watching her unravel day after day. She'd talk to
27:24the empty corner where I used to stand. Stella, I brought you some food. No celery today. It's all roast.
27:31Just how you like it. But there was no food. There was nothing. Just her hands, cupped around air.
27:38She'd pretend to set a plate down. Her hands shook. The gem flashed red. She was anxious. Guilty.
27:46Falling apart. She smiled, but her eyes were empty. The gem is red. Mom is lying. Liars don't
27:54deserve food. She pulled the choker tight with her own hands. Let it choke her. Her body convulsed
27:59against the cold floor. It hurts so much. Is this how Stella felt? I'm sorry. Mom started reenacting
28:08my diary entries. I couldn't eat celery because of my allergy. So she forced herself to eat spoiled
28:15food until she vomited blood, then swallowed it back down. I was locked in isolation. So she locked
28:22herself in my old room, lights off, and bowed to my portrait until her forehead bled. Over and over.
28:30Blood on the floor. Late at night, she'd see the red glow of the bloodstone reflected on the wall.
28:37To her, it looked like my bloody eyes were watching. She kept punishing herself. The wounds healed
28:43slower and slower. Her wolf, exhausted by months of self-torture, slowly fell into a deep sleep. Mom didn't
28:51care. She scrawled on the back of my journal. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Red means pain. Red means love.
28:59Please come back and say it hurts hurts one more time. I'll save you. I promise.
29:05Too bad I'm dead. Dead wolves can't cry for help. Eventually, the new alpha intervened. Mom's self-harm had
29:13gone too far. She'd nearly choked herself to death with her own hands. He ordered her to move to a
29:19small
29:19hut at the far edge of the village, locked from the outside. Someone posted to watch her day and night.
29:25She was the strangest woman they'd ever seen. Nobody knew where she'd found it. A frayed red cord tied
29:32around her own neck. Her homemade choker. If anyone tried to remove it, she'd snap at them. Teeth bared,
29:40snarling, wild-eyed. Don't touch me. Stella's watching. She'll be angry if you take it. Every time
29:48the guard called her name and brought her food, Mom would grab the red cord and pull it tight against
29:54her own throat, convulsing, screaming. Red light! Red light! Don't punish! Punish me! I'll eat! I'll eat!
30:04Even if the food was scalding hot, she'd gulp it down, burning her throat. Wouldn't spit it out.
30:10She was reenacting my final moments, living my hell on repeat. Years later, Emma grew up, without
30:17guidance and with a trail of shame behind her. She drifted from pack to pack, stealing to survive.
30:24No one would take her in. When she ran out of options, she remembered. Mom was still alive. She slipped
30:31back
30:31into the silverman pack under the cover of night. Not for love, for money. Hey, crazy lady! Dad's dead.
30:40Give me whatever you've been hiding. Emma stood there, face hard, eyes full of contempt. She looked
30:46at Mom's hollow, broken form and spat on the floor. It's disgusting. Give me what I want, or I'll send
30:55you to meet your daughter. For a moment, Mom's cloudy eyes cleared. She looked at Emma,
31:00and suddenly remembered. That choker. That always green glowstone. That decade of deception.
31:08It's you! You lie! You're the green light that wasn't there! You killed Stella! Give her back to me!
31:16Give her back to me! The last shred of maternal love twisted into something feral. Mom lunged,
31:23grabbed Emma by the throat. You should have died! Not her! You!
31:31Emma thrashed, but couldn't break free from a madwoman's grip. The guards rushed in, pulled her off.
31:38Emma stumbled out of the hut, terrified. They're all insane!
31:42She bolted into the forest. She didn't get far. Rogues. The kind that haunted the borderlands.
31:49Preying on anyone foolish enough to run through the trees alone at night. Emma never saw them coming.
31:56By the time she did, it was too late. She survived. Barely. Both legs shattered beyond repair.
32:03She'd never walk again. Meanwhile, Mom was strapped to her cot, staring at the ceiling. Tears streaming. In her
32:11dreams, she finally saw me. I was 10 again. No choker. White dress. Smiling. Mom! She reached for me,
32:19crying with joy. Stella! But the moment her hands touched me, I burst into ash. No! She woke up screaming.
32:29If she'd been wearing that choker, it would have been blood red. Eternal torment. I stood in the void,
32:36watching it all. Mom strapped to her bed. Emma in a wheelchair, begging on the market. Dad, drunk and dead
32:43in some gutter. I felt nothing. No satisfaction. Just a flat, dead calm. My wolf padded over quietly.
32:51She didn't howl. Didn't nudge. Just pressed her head against my hand and held it there. In the distance,
32:58a door of light appeared. Soft. Steady. Waiting. I looked at my wolf. She looked at me. Yeah. Time to
33:06leave. This life was too bitter. Nothing worth holding onto. I floated to Mom's hut one final time.
33:13She looked ancient. Hair completely white. Frail as paper. She sensed something. Her cloudy eyes focused
33:19on a point in the air, right where I stood. Stella? Is that you? Her trembling hand reached into the
33:24emptiness. Mom destroyed the choker. I don't believe in it anymore. Come back, please. I'll cook for you.
33:31No salary. I'll buy you new dresses. Not Emma. Tears rolled down her face. I looked at the red marks
33:37on her neck from the frayed cord. I… I reached out. My cold, ghostly finger touched her forehead.
33:43This was my final mercy. Sleep, Mom. In sleep, there's no pain. Her eyes fluttered shut. She slumped
33:50into a deep, dreamless rest. A breeze blew through the hut. The old journal on her cot flipped open.
33:56The last page, my dying words, stared up at the ceiling. But below it, in shaky handwriting, were
34:02new lines. Written by Mom during a lucid moment. Next life, let me wear the choker. Let me be the
34:08liar.
34:09Punish me however you want. Just don't leave me. I stared at those words. Felt nothing. Too late.
34:14Repentance means nothing to the dead. Mom, I don't hate you anymore. But I don't love
34:20you either. Let's not meet again. I turned away. My wolf was waiting. In the distance,
34:25the door of light still glowed. Soft. Steady. Patient. I looked at my neck. The phantom Verity
34:31choker. Still there. Even in spirit form. The nightmare that had changed me for a lifetime. I grabbed
34:37it. It shattered into nothing. I felt weightless. Free. No red light. No hunger. No lies. Just freedom.
34:44My wolf pressed against my side. Together, we walked toward the light. I didn't look back.
34:50Morning came. A guard pushed open the door. Rachel! Time to eat! No response. She walked closer. Mom's
34:56hand clutched the torn journal. A single tear crystallized at the corner of her eye. She
35:00crouched beside her. Held two fingers beneath her nose. Nothing. She was gone. Passing through the
35:06door wasn't violent. No spinning. No chaos. Just warmth. Like sinking into a spring stream. I looked to my
35:13side. My wolf was gone. I didn't panic. I pressed my hand to my chest. And there she was. Steady.
35:19Warm.
35:19Then I heard her voice. Not a whimper. Not a whine. Clear and bright and full of life. Like the
35:25first
35:26time we met. Run! I shifted. Four paws hit the ground and I ran. Through forests that smelled of pine
35:32and rain. Through cold, shallow streams that splashed silver around my legs. Through meadows
35:37I had never seen but somehow knew. My white fur caught the light. My paws were sure. My lungs
35:43were full. My body was strong. No choker around my throat. No red light. No hunger. The lingering
35:50ache in my soul. The phantom pain of ten years. Started to fade with every step. I ran toward brightness.
35:57Behind me, old life dissolved like a worn photograph left out in the rain. Mom's final tear. The red glow
36:05of the choker. Blood on the journal pages. Gone. I didn't look back. That ten year nightmare was
36:11finally, truly, over. When I opened my eyes again, I was tiny. Wrapped in soft blankets. Someone was humming.
36:20A woman's voice. Gentle. Off key, but full of love. Her fingers brushed my cheek. The scent of wild
36:28flowers. Not the cold, clinical distance of my old mother. Not the silence of someone who only
36:34touched me to punish. I blinked up at her. She had kind eyes. A soft smile. She cradled me like
36:42I was
36:42made of glass. Grace is awake, honey. Come quick. Our daughter just opened her eyes. A man appeared.
36:50Tall. A little awkward. But his face lit up when he saw me. He touched my tiny hand with one
36:56finger.
36:57His voice was deep. Warm. Hey, Grace. I'm your dad. Grace. Not Stella. No weight. No chains. No red light.
37:09Just Grace. A name that meant something light. Something cherished. This house was small, but warm.
37:16Full of light. Cartoon painting on the walls. Flowers by the window. Sunlight pouring through the
37:22windows. Warm on the floor. I realized fast. This family was nothing like the last one. They never forced
37:30me to do anything. There were no chokers. No red lights. No punishments for things I hadn't done.
37:36I grew. Learned to crawl. To talk. And when I was three, Mom made a stew with celery. The green
37:44stalks
37:45in the bowl triggered me. I flashed back to choking. Throat swelling. Vomiting blood. I stumbled backwards,
37:52shaking. Tears came without permission. Mom immediately put down her spoon. Crouched. Pulled me
37:58into a hug. Grace, what's wrong? You don't like celery? I couldn't speak. Just shook my head,
38:05sobbing. Dad knelt too. Rubbed my back. Hey, it's okay. You don't have to eat it. Can you tell us
38:12why?
38:13Their eyes were patient. Gentle. Finally, I choked out. It hurts my throat. Makes me bleed.
38:21They didn't say, The verity choker doesn't lie. They didn't accuse me of faking. They took me to the
38:28pack healer immediately. Turns out, I really do have a celery allergy. After that, celery never appeared
38:35in the house again. Mom added it to her market list. Grace's allergies. Celery. She checked every
38:42time she shopped. I lay in her arms that night, smelling wild flowers, and realized, this is what it
38:48feels like to be believed. Love isn't measured by a stone. It's listening, even when the story sounds
38:55impossible. When I was four, Dad took me to the pack healer for my first health check. There was a
39:00blood draw. I saw the needle and lost it. Flashes of the choker tightening around my throat. Flashes
39:07of starvation. I screamed. Clung to Dad's leg. The healer sighed. I couldn't stop shaking. Don't punish me.
39:15I'm not lying. Dad immediately scooped me up. Sorry, she's not ready. We'll come back another time.
39:22On the walk home, Dad didn't scold me for being weak. He just asked gently. Grace, did someone hurt you
39:29before? I buried my face in his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt. Mom, choker, red light. I couldn't
39:38explain it clearly, but he listened, nodded. It's okay. Dad's here now. No one's ever hurting you
39:46again. From then on, they took me to the pack healer regularly. Not for blood draws, just to talk.
39:53She has been hurt. Be patient with her. My parents never complained. Never made me feel like a burden.
39:59They bought me a colorful necklace, but never forced me to wear it. This is just a pretty thing,
40:04Grace. Wear it if you want. Take it off if you don't. We'll love you either way. Slowly, I started
40:11to heal. I could say, I don't like this, without fear. I could say, I'm scared. I could say, I
40:18want that.
40:20I didn't have to worry about my heart racing being proof of a lie. I started sharing my stories with
40:25them. I cried when I didn't get a toy. I laughed when I got praise. I was finally just a
40:31pup. A normal,
40:33loved pup. When I turned seven, I started at the pack school. There was a girl in my class, Annie
40:41Sullivan. She looked exactly like Emma. Same eyes, but her hair was shorter, and she was timid, scared.
40:51The first time I saw her, my heart clenched. Flashbacks. Emma's smug grin, the green light mocking me.
40:58I stepped back instinctively. Annie noticed. She looked down, voice barely a whisper.
41:05I'm Annie. Do you want to be friends? Her tone was so careful, so desperate to please,
41:13just like I used to be. I glanced at her neck. She wore a simple choker with green gem. My
41:19stomach
41:20turned. Later, I found out Annie's mom was strict too, demanded honesty, locked her in her room without
41:27food when she made mistakes. One day, Annie accidentally knocked over the teacher's ink pot.
41:33She was trembling, too scared to admit it. I saw her face, red-rimmed eyes, barely holding back tears.
41:40I remembered myself at that desk, writing, I am a liar, over and over. I walked over, took her hand.
41:53Annie looked at me, shocked. But mom says liars are bad wolves? Being honest isn't about never
42:03making mistakes. It's about owning up when you do. And even if you tell the truth, you shouldn't be
42:08punished for it. If the teacher gets angry, I'll stand with you. If your mom gets angry, come to my
42:15house. My parents will help. I gave her the courage I never had. She confessed. The teacher forgave her,
42:21told her to be more careful next time. From that day on, we have been best friends. I brought Annie
42:27home to meet my parents. She saw how warm they were, how they didn't yell, didn't punish little things.
42:33I told her, you don't have to make everyone happy. You're allowed to feel things, say things. One day,
42:42Annie's mom came to pick her up from school. She saw us together and her face twisted. She grabbed
42:48Annie's hand. Did you mess up again? Is Grace covering for you? Annie immediately looked down,
42:55silent. I stepped in front of her, looked at the mom in the eye. Ma'am, Annie didn't do anything
43:01wrong.
43:02She's a good pup. You shouldn't always assume the worst. She's scared of you. The mom froze,
43:11looked at me, then at Annie's tear-filled eyes. Her expression softened. That night,
43:16she called my mom, thanked her, said I'd opened her eyes. Over time, Annie's mom got gentler,
43:23what you want to do. Started listening instead of yelling. And Annie? She blossomed. Confident. Happy.
43:30I watched her laugh freely one day and felt this warmth in my chest. I didn't get saved in my
43:35last
43:36life. I suffered alone in the dark. But this time, I could save someone else. I could stop another
43:42Stella from happening. Maybe that's the gift my past life gave me. The ability to see pain and to heal
43:49it.
43:49When I was ten, my parents took me to visit grandma. There was an old oak tree in her yard.
43:54Its branches spread wide, casting shade over the whole garden. I sat beneath it, watching sunlight
43:59filter through the leaves. My wolf dozed inside me, warm and content. Then I saw her, an old woman,
44:06white hair, hunched over a walking stick, wearing a faded blue dress. The second I saw her face,
44:12I froze. She looked exactly like Rachel, my old mother. Grandma noticed me too,
44:18walked over slowly. Her eyes were hazy, but there was something familiar in them. Something heavy.
44:24What's your name, child? Grace? She repeated it softly. Grace, that's a beautiful name. She reached
44:30out like she wanted to touch my hair, then hesitated. Pulled back, like she was afraid of disturbing
44:35something sacred. My mom came over, steadied her. Mom, this is our daughter, Grace. So she was my grandma
44:41in this life too. Over the next few days, grandma watched me constantly. Her expression was unreadable.
44:48One morning, she brought me a bowl of roasted meat. Grace, eat up. This used to be your favorite.
44:52I stared at the bowl. In my last life, I wrote in my dying breath, I want to eat mom's
44:58roasted meat.
44:59And here was grandma, saying those exact words. Tears blurred my vision. This wasn't some distant wish
45:05anymore. It was real, right in front of me. I picked up a piece, bit into it. Tender, sweet,
45:11perfect. Grandma smiled. A tired, guilty smile. That night, lying in bed with my wolf curled warm
45:18inside my chest, I thought about Rachel's last words. Next life, let me wear the choker. Let me be the
45:24liar. Punish me however you want. Just don't leave me. I thought about her final tear, the torn journal.
45:30I didn't hate her anymore. Hating someone is like locking yourself in the past, chewing on pain
45:36forever. This life's warmth had already washed away the bitterness. I just felt sad. Sad that she
45:42only understood too late. Real love was never about stones or punishment. We stayed for a month,
45:48then went back home. Before I left, she held my hand. Grace, live well. Be happy. Her voice was soft,
45:54but heavy with meaning. I nodded. You too, grandma. I watched her walk away, and I felt nothing. No
46:00anger. No grief. The grudges of my past life were like fallen leaves, blown away by the wind. I wasn't
46:07Stella anymore, the girl locked in the dark, choking on a lie. I was Grace Sterling, surrounded by love,
46:13free. At 13, I graduated from PAC school, got into the best academy in the region. My parents took me
46:19to
46:19the lake for a picnic to celebrate. I stood at the edge of the water, wind in my hair, the
46:24scent of pine
46:25and cold water on my skin. I stretched out my arms, feeling the freedom. For a moment, I saw her,
46:31my ghost self, floating, desperate to hug someone, but passing right through. Grace, what are you
46:38thinking? Dad handed me a drink. I smiled. Just, I'm grateful to be alive, to be with you both. Mom
46:44pulled me into a hug. Silly girl, we're the lucky ones. No one said anything. We all just shifted at
46:51the
46:51same time, like we'd done it a hundred times before. We ran together through the trees,
46:56through the shallow edge of the lake, water spraying silver around our paws. Eventually,
47:01I slowed down, turned, and threw myself at them. We tumbled into the grass together. Mom nuzzled her
47:08head against mine. Dad licked the top of my head with lazy affection. I pressed into them both and
47:14stayed there, breathing hard, warm, all the way through. I looked up at the sky through the canopy of
47:19trees. I didn't need to prove I wasn't a liar anymore. I didn't need to fear a red light. I
47:25could laugh, cry, speak freely. I had parents who loved me, a best friend, a healthy body, a bright
47:31future. This was the life I died wishing for. That night, I wrote in my journal, not the bloodstained
47:38confessions of my old life. This one was full of happiness, growth, love. I wrote, today we ran by the
47:45lake. Mom and Dad shifted with me without saying a word. We tumbled in the grass like pups. I thought
47:51about my past self, that little girl, locked in a room, choking in the dark, desperate to be loved.
47:57She'd never believed that I could be this happy. Mom and Dad loved me. They taught me that honesty
48:03isn't something you punish out of someone. It's something you grow, with patience and warmth.
48:08Annie is my best friend now. She laughs freely. She speaks without flinching. Grandma is getting older,
48:15but her eyes are warm when she looks at me. My wolf grows stronger every day. With her beside me,
48:21I feel at ease. I don't hate anyone anymore. I don't cling to the past. Those painful memories are
48:27like paw prints in the mud, washed away by rain. But they taught me to cherish every step forward.
48:33I know my old mom, sister, and dad got what they deserved, and I finally broke free. I found real
48:40freedom. I don't want to see them again. I don't want to relive that life. I just want
48:45to be grey. Simple. Happy. Loved. The lake was beautiful. Life was beautiful. I closed my journal.
48:52Looked out the window. Moonlight shimmered on the water through the trees. My wolf stirred softly
48:56inside my chest. Warm. Steady. I smiled. This life. I finally became who I wanted to be.
49:03No red light. No starvation. No lies. Just love. Freedom. Happiness. And those scars from my past?
49:10They became part of me. Proof that I had survived. Proof that darkness, no matter how long it lasts,
49:16cannot swallow you whole. Not if you keep moving toward the light. The road ahead is long,
49:21but I will walk it with courage, with joy, toward something even brighter.
49:27Be sure to make sure you keep moving toward the light.
49:27Be sure to be in the next video.
49:27I'll be back to you next time.
49:27Bye.
49:28Bye.
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