Thora's POV: "You!" Norman froze, unable to say a word. His face turned dark with anger. Hazel quickly jumped in to stir things up. "Dad, she dared to talk back to you! She must've been corrupted by those rogues!" I didn't bother arguing with her. I said directly, "Last week, in the afternoon, you gave that blond rogue a bag of moon crystals. The security cameras behind the school must've caught it all." That was a memory from the original Thora. Back then, she saw it happen. She almost warned Hazel not to get mixed up with Rogues. But Hazel had always treated her coldly, so she stayed quiet and walked away. The original Thora never imagined Hazel's deal with the rogues was actually meant to set her up. "Don't slander me!" Hazel's face went pale, but she was still struggling to defend herself. Just then, a servant came in holding an envelope. "Mr. Marlon, this was just delivered. They said it had to be handed to you personally." Norman took it and ripped it open. A stack of photos fell out. The moment he saw what was inside, he stormed forward and slapped Hazel hard across the face. Her cheek swelled red immediately. She held her face, stunned. "Dad, why did you hit me?" "You dare to ask?" Norman threw the photos at her. "See for yourself!" I looked down at the scattered pictures. They showed Hazel plotting with the rogues.My heart tightened in surprise. I had just mentioned the camera footage—how did these photos arrive so perfectly on time? "This is your idea of 'I don't know them'? You're pure-blood, yet you run with rogues. If you don't feel dirty, I feel sick for you!" Norman roared. "No, Dad! These are fake! Thora and the rogues must've worked together to frame me!" Hazel cried. "You think I can't tell if a photo's fake?" "From today on, you're grounded for two months. Other than school, you're not setting one foot outside this house. And for the next six months, you'll get no allowance. You'll reflect on your actions here. If I ever catch you tied to rogues again, don't blame me for punishing you by pack law!" "Dad ... " "Get out!" Hazel opened her mouth to argue again, but Norman's dominance crushed her into silence. She walked out, but not before shooting me a venomous glare. She clearly blamed me for everything. What a joke. She had caused the original Thora's death, and all she got was this mild punishment. And Norman punished her only because she mixed with rogues, not because she plotted against me. After Hazel left, Norman turned to me. His tone softened. "Thora, I was worked up just now. Maybe I wronged you. The photos prove Hazel had contact with rogues, but they don't prove she harmed you. I've punished her, and what happens inside the family stays inside. Let's end it here." He sighed. "Also, you need to remember you're the heir of our family. Staying away for five days is not proper. If word spreads, it'll hurt our pack's reputation. Next time, come home immediately." I gave a cold laugh. "I already fell off a cliff because of someone's trap. What do you want, for me to drag my corpse back home too?" Norman frowned. Before he could scold me, I cut him off. "I'm tired. I'm going to rest." I ignored the heavy pressure of his aura and walked straight out of the study. Behind me, I could hear his furious fist slam the desk. "You've gotten more and more out of line. How dare you talk back to me!" I only sneered at that. The original Thora, having such a father, was truly pitiful. Back in my room, I opened my palm.Resting there was one of the photos I had secretly drawn to me using the tiniest thread of my power. The image of Hazel and the rogues talking was clear as day. I narrowed my eyes at the faces of the rogues. So, they were the ones who killed the original Thora. I etched their faces into my memory. I would avenge her. But the question remained—who sent these photos right now, at the perfect moment? A face suddenly flashed in my mind. That devilishly handsome man. Could it be him?