Theodore stumbled out of his room, looking flustered. "Sis, what’s wrong?"
Isabella glared at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Her shoulders heaved as she struggled to contain her anger. "You’re faking being sick just to avoid school... Do you even understand? Of all pursuits, studying is paramount! In our world, whether human or werewolf, knowledge is power. If you don’t want to be bullied anymore in the future, you must study hard!"
Theodore instantly caved, his sharp peach blossom eyes drooping. As a young werewolf, he could sense the intensity of Isabella's emotions. "Sis, I was wrong."
Isabella’s voice trembled with frustration. "Theodore, I am willing to shield you from storms, but the world is vast, and not all storms can be blocked for you. In the werewolf - human world, you need to be strong enough to face challenges on your own."
"Reflect on this properly."
She angrily grabbed his school bag and slammed the door on her way out.
Theodore pouted. "Why is she so fiery?"
When the door creaked open again, he smirked knowingly. "I knew she couldn't stay mad for long."
However, the sound of polished leather shoes echoed in the room. Theodore’s heart sank as a stern middle - aged man strode in behind him. The man carried an air of werewolf authority, his scent instantly recognizable to Theodore.
Turning to face the man, Theodore calmly asked, "You’re here for the 'Flower Protector,' right?"
The man tossed a thick envelope at him. Without waiting for an explanation, Theodore immediately guessed the visitor's purpose.
"Sent by Madam Hill?" he asked with disdain. "Trying to buy me off with money? In the werewolf - human world, money can't buy everything, especially my loyalty."
The man’s eyebrows rose in surprise. "You’re sharp for your age. Listen, young man, you’ve gotten yourself involved with someone you shouldn’t have. The Hill family is a powerful force in the werewolf - human hierarchy."
Theodore flung the envelope back. Despite the distance, the envelope landed on the man’s hands with such precision that its sharp edges bit into his skin. His werewolf strength and reflexes were on full display.
"All this just to protect Nathan’s reputation. Madam Hill truly spares no expense. But what if I said I don’t need her money? My principles are worth more than any amount of wealth."
The man’s voice hardened. "Madam Hill said you could name your price if you cooperate and revise your statements. She's used to getting what she wants in the werewolf - human business and social circles."
The man seemed confident in Theodore’s capitulation. After all, no one had ever refused Madam Hill’s formidable financial prowess.
But Theodore chuckled disdainfully. "She should’ve investigated me before sending someone to negotiate. I’m not someone just any stray cat or dog can buy off. I come from a lineage that rivals the Hills in power."
"Who exactly are you?"
"You’re not worthy of knowing my name."
The man clapped his hands, and the room was suddenly filled with a group of burly men. Their werewolf auras were palpable, but Theodore remained unfazed.
"Kid, Madam wants to meet you. Apologies, but you’ll need to come with us."
Glancing around his modest rental, Theodore’s gaze was filled with reluctance. He knew resisting would risk exposing his identity, which would only bring more trouble to his Sis, Isabella. In the werewolf - human world, secrets were often crucial for protection.
He sighed and agreed, "Fine, I’ll go with you. But give me a moment—I need to leave a note for my roommate. Otherwise, if she reports me missing, it’ll be troublesome for everyone."
The man hesitated but eventually nodded, motioning for his group to wait outside.
Theodore packed lightly, taking only a single change of clothes sewn by Isabella herself. He left a note on the table:
**"Sis,
I’ve been away from home for a year. It’s time I return.
Farewell for now. We’ll meet again someday.
—Theodore"**
He left without looking back.
That afternoon, when Isabella returned from school, she found the empty room. She slumped onto the sofa, overwhelmed with loss.
She knew they lived in different worlds, but after months of living together, even parting with a pet would leave her heart heavy. How could she not feel sorrowful over Theodore’s abrupt departure? In the werewolf - human world, the bonds formed between individuals could be deep and lasting.
"Theodore, I can only wish you success and fulfillment in the days to come."
She thought their fates had diverged for good.
Meanwhile, Theodore boarded an international flight. Surrounded by Hill family bodyguards, he remained unfazed, leaning back to rest. The werewolf - human world's security measures were no match for his inner strength.
"Is he seriously asleep? Doesn’t he realize he’s angered Madam Hill? He might not return alive," one guard grumbled.
Without opening his eyes, Theodore scoffed. "Madam Hill? Who does she think she is? Even her precious son is beneath my notice. The Hill family doesn't know who they're dealing with."
When the plane landed, the eerily quiet airport puzzled the Hill family guards.
"Madam Hill has wealth, but not enough to shut down an airport," one guard murmured.
Theodore walked toward the exit with deliberate calm.
"Follow him!" barked the leader.
Before they could close in, a well - trained security team emerged from nowhere, easily subduing the bodyguards. The security team, composed of skilled werewolves from Theodore's own lineage, showcased their superior combat skills.
Outnumbered and outmatched, the Hill family’s men could only watch as Theodore boarded a luxury vehicle and disappeared into the city.
In the Sanchez family mansion in the imperial capital, Theodore stood confidently in the grand living room. Though young, his dignified presence rivaled that of seasoned patriarchs. His werewolf heritage radiated from him, commanding respect.
Even the opulent surroundings dimmed in comparison to his commanding aura.
When the eldest Sanchez son descended the staircase, his eyes turned red with jealousy. As a werewolf, he could sense Theodore's growing power and influence.
Despite Theodore’s casual stance, his innate pride made the Sanchez heir appear almost laughable in comparison.
"What are you doing here, Theodore? You’re not welcome in this house!"
Theodore's voice was as cold as the frost on a winter night, carrying a werewolf's inherent authority: "This is my home. I come and go as I please. You have no say in the matter."The eldest master of the Sanchez family, a werewolf with a long - established presence in the pack hierarchy, glared at him, his face contorted in rage. His werewolf features, usually hidden beneath a human facade, briefly twitched with anger. "This is my home. I've lived here since I was a child. And you? This is probably the first time you've set foot here in sixteen years!"Theodore retorted, his werewolf instincts sharpening his tone: "You dare speak of rights when you're the intruder? In the werewolf world, bloodlines and legitimacy matter, and you lack the true mark of a legitimate heir."The eldest master turned red with anger, his werewolf blood boiling beneath his skin. "I'm a full twelve years older than you—my mother knew my father long before yours ever did—"Theodore cut him off, his voice
"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, were not just towering financial empires in the human world but also held significant power within the werewolf community. Their patriarchs, werewolf elders with unparalleled wisdom and centuries of experience, had an uncanny ability to evaluate potential successors. In the werewolf - human society, anyone who caught their discerning eyes was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a vast dynasty, both in wealth and werewolf influence. While the Hill family previously groomed Nathan, a werewolf with high aspirations, their recent promotion of Caleb hinted at ambiguity in the Hill Group's line of succession. In the werewolf packs, succession battles were common, and the shifting of power dynamics could have far - reaching consequences. Seeing Caleb basking in the spotlight, chatting animatedly with the family heads, Nathan felt the stirrings of crisis. His we
In the intricate web of the werewolf - human elite circles, rumors about Nathan Hill’s favoritism toward a mistress over his wife spread like wildfire, igniting a storm of outrage among noble werewolf - human women and debutantes. Nathan's father, a respected werewolf patriarch, had to mobilize all his influence and resources to quell the damaging gossip. In the werewolf - human society, reputation was a precious commodity, and any hint of scandal could have far - reaching consequences for the entire family.Though the situation was eventually contained, Nathan’s reputation took a severe hit. Frustrated and disappointed, his father, in a show of werewolf - human patriarchal authority, rewarded Caleb, Nathan's half - brother, with control of a few more companies. This was a clear signal of the shifting power dynamics within the Hill family pack.To reclaim his former glory and regain his standing in the werewolf - human business world, Nathan decided to pin all his hopes on the luxury
In the werewolf - human intertwined world, Nathan suddenly lost control and reached out to grab Isabella, his werewolf instincts urging him to claim what he considered his own. But he didn't anticipate her fierce reaction. She slapped him hard, her voice echoing in the shop as she screamed in shock, “Ah! Pervert! How dare you harass me…”Before the words fully left her mouth, several men in the shop, some of them werewolf - aware humans, had already stepped in to block Nathan. In the werewolf - human society, such displays of aggression were not tolerated, especially in public spaces.Taking advantage of the commotion, Isabella quickly dashed out of the store. Her heart raced, her human instincts telling her to escape the werewolf - influenced chaos.Nathan’s face turned ashen. Though he hadn’t seen her face clearly, his werewolf - enhanced hearing had confirmed his suspicion—it was his wife, Isabella.He desperately tried explaining to the foreigners holding him back, his werewolf -
Wave after wave, the applause continued, endless and fervent, echoing through the werewolf - human - filled venue. The sound was a blend of human enthusiasm and werewolf - enhanced vocalizations, a testament to the significance of the event in both worlds.Victoria grew uneasy. "Nathan, Bella’s designs are so well - received. She’ll be my biggest threat to winning the championship." In the competitive werewolf - human fashion realm, the stakes were high, and every designer vied for recognition and success.Nathan’s expression darkened as he replied coldly, his werewolf - influenced authority seeping into his voice. "As long as I’m here, no one can stop you from winning. My influence in the werewolf - human business and social circles is substantial."His brooding gaze fell on Isabella, who was dressed in a modestly priced suit. His lips curled into a faint smirk. "Professor Jasmine is the founder of a luxury brand that caters exclusively to European royalty and nobility, both human an
"Isabella."Caught off guard, Isabella barely had time to react before Nathan, a powerful werewolf, had risen to his feet and strode toward her with an imposing werewolf gait. His strong, vice - like grip, enhanced by his werewolf strength, clamped down on her wrist, holding her in place. In the werewolf - human social hierarchy, his action was a display of dominance, but Isabella was no longer the submissive human she once was.Isabella stared at him coldly, her expression detached as though he were a complete stranger. Her distant gaze stabbed at him like a dagger, challenging the werewolf's sense of authority. In the werewolf - human world, such defiance from a human was rare and unexpected."Isabella, why are you in Milan? Didn’t I tell you to stay obediently in the United States?" he demanded angrily, his werewolf growl edging into his voice. His sense of control over her, a human in his perceived territory, was being severely tested.A mocking smile tugged at Isabella’s lips. He
After speaking, Isabella turned to leave.Nathan, a powerful werewolf, suddenly stepped forward with his inhuman speed, his iron - like grip, enhanced by his werewolf strength, seizing her wrist tightly. The pain forced a sharp inhale from Isabella. In the werewolf - human world, his display of strength was a reminder of the power imbalance between them."Isabella, where are you going? You have to come home with me," Nathan demanded, his voice carrying the authority of a werewolf alpha. In the werewolf - human pack structure, he considered Isabella as part of his territory, and her defiance was unacceptable.Isabella's cold gaze fell on his hand.Nathan had never cared for her, not even knowing that her delicate human skin would bruise and bleed with just a little pressure. In the werewolf - human relationship, his lack of understanding of her vulnerability was a clear sign of his neglect.Under her resentful stare, Nathan realized he had used too much force and let go of her wrist."
Isabella took off running.However, she was short and frail as a human, while Nathan, a powerful werewolf, had long legs and supernatural stamina. With just a few werewolf - enhanced strides, he nearly caught up to her. Desperate, Isabella suddenly darted across the road.A luxury sports car sped toward her, its headlights blindingly bright. Nathan's werewolf eyes widened in alarm.“Isabella—!”The car abruptly slowed down, its window lowering to reveal a beautiful young face.“Sis, get in.”Isabella froze for a moment, unfamiliar with the girl calling out to her. But that address—“Sis”—stirred memories of Theodore, a young werewolf with a deep connection to her.There was no time to think further. Isabella yanked open the passenger door and climbed in.As Nathan rushed over, the sports car shot off like an arrow, vanishing into the distance with Isabella inside. His werewolf - enhanced speed was no match for the vehicle's acceleration.Standing on the roadside, Nathan clenched his fi
In the werewolf - centered world, where status and power were as crucial as a wolf's position in the pack, when the reality show team extended an olive branch to Nathan, he no longer displayed the arrogance he once had, like a once - proud alpha wolf now humbled. Though he was deeply reluctant, he grit his teeth and agreed to join, knowing he had to fight for his place in the new social landscape.The producer eagerly promised him, “Young Master, all the guests on this show are rich heirs. By showcasing your daily life, we aim to inspire the youth to pursue wealth. You’re one of our key focus guests. As long as you perform well, with your image, you'll definitely become a big star. In the werewolf - centered promise - of - fame and success, this is the producer's pitch.”Nathan crumpled the invitation in his hand but kept his expression neutral, like a wolf hiding its true emotions. “I understand. I’ll join the group on time.”The producer smiled and left.
In the werewolf - centered world, where the pack's social order was as complex as a web of territorial boundaries, outside the hospital room, Victoria leaned weakly against the wall, her heart sinking as she overheard Mrs. Hill's demeaning words about her, like a low - ranking wolf being scorned by the alpha female. A bitter sadness washed over her.Was she really inferior to her sister in every way?She strained her ears, hoping to hear Nathan defend her, but for a long while, there was no response from him, as if the beta wolf was too weak to stand up for his mate against the alpha's wrath.Fear crept into Victoria’s heart. She was afraid that Nathan, soft - hearted as he was, might actually believe his mother’s words and start thinking that his ex - wife was the better choice, like a wolf doubting its current packmate in the face of the alpha's influence.Unable to bear the tension any longer, Victoria pushed the door open and entered the room, like a
In the werewolf - centered world, where family hierarchies were as rigid as the alpha's rule in a pack, when Mrs. Hill saw the couple rings on Victoria and Nathan's hands, her suspicions were immediately confirmed, like a wolf detecting a threat to its pack's purity.She went wild with anger and slapped Victoria across the face. “How dare you marry my son behind my back, Victoria? I really underestimated you. In the werewolf - centered over - protective - mother - outburst and territorial - claim, this is her fury.”Thea stepped back, adopting the stance of a bystander, ready to watch the drama unfold, like a wolf observing a power struggle from the sidelines.The slap made Victoria dizzy, her body spinning in place like a willow in the wind before she collapsed into Nathan’s arms, like a weak wolf seeking protection.“Nathan…” Victoria cupped her swollen face, her tears flowing like pearls from a broken string, creating a pitiful scene, much like a wound
In the werewolf - centered world, where the bonds of family and love were as changeable as the phases of the moon, Thea was genuinely surprised. After being cast out by both her birth family and her marriage, like a lone wolf expelled from its pack, she never imagined anyone would still care about her. This intrigued her, and she was curious about the person who reached out to her, much like a wolf sensing an unfamiliar presence in its territory. “Give me the address, I’ll come right over.”Under the fates’ design, as if guided by some unseen force in the werewolf - centered universe.When Thea arrived at the bar, it was already midnight.The bar was nearly empty, with only a few disheveled figures slumped over the tables, like weary wolves resting after a long hunt.After scanning the room, Thea didn’t spot anyone familiar, and she frowned in confusion, her wolfish instincts on high alert.At that moment, a waiter approached and gave her a soft sm
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as complex as a thicket in a moon - lit forest, Thea finally stood up from the recliner and walked to Madam Moore’s side. The grievances and frustrations she once held, like the howls of a caged wolf longing for freedom, seemed to have dissipated, leaving only a calm, almost indifferent demeanor, much like a wolf that has accepted its fate."Before yesterday, I still had some lingering feelings for you. But after yesterday, our mother - daughter bond has come to an end. You’re a smart woman, so you should understand what I mean. Why continue to force a relationship that’s already been torn apart? In the werewolf - centered family - bond - severance - declaration and rational - question, this is her statement." Madam Moore understood exactly what Thea was implying.Thea had heard that Madam Moore was ill, and had rushed to her side immediately out of filial duty, like a loyal packmate rushing to the
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics were as fierce as a pack's territorial disputes, Theo’s thin lips curled into a slight smile, the danger in his expression unmistakable, much like a wolf baring its teeth in a show of dominance. "I always thought Thea was an orphan. Turns out her parents are still alive... Well, if that's the case, Mr. Joe, why don’t you help her pay off the huge debt she owes me? In the werewolf - centered strategic - debt - claim and pressure - application, this is his demand." Master Moore stood there, stunned, completely dumbfounded, as if a weaker wolf facing an unexpected challenge from a powerful alpha.Theo continued to press: "The debt of a child is the responsibility of the father, Mr. Joe. You won’t deny that, right? In the werewolf - centered family - debt - responsibility - assertion and challenge, this is his statement." Victoria whispered to Master Moore, "Dad, Isabella owes
In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as tenuous as a lone wolf's hold on its territory, Thea walked upstairs and stood in front of Master Moore. With a solemn expression, she corrected him, "I’ve changed my name. I’m no longer Isabella; my name is Thea. In the werewolf - centered identity - reclamation and break - from - past, this is her statement." Master Moore seemed deeply insulted. Anger contorted his face as he reached out and gripped Thea’s neck, almost mad with fury. "You’ve forgotten what your ancestors’ surname is? Isabella, if I had known you were this rebellious, I should’ve thrown you into the cesspool the moment you were born! In the werewolf - centered anger - and - rejection - of - change, this is his outburst." "You can strangle me now; it’s not too late," Thea gasped, but still retained her proud demeanor, despite the difficulty in breathing, like a wolf refusing to submit. &
In the werewolf - centered world, where the power dynamics and family bonds were as complex as a thick forest at night, Victoria had never seen Nathan so dejected. It was as though the once - proud heir, much like a powerful alpha wolf that had lost its pack, had fallen from the heavens, shattered into pieces like a puppet with no strings, entirely devoid of spirit. "Nathan, what will happen to your company?" Victoria asked with concern, her voice carrying the worry of a wolf cub for its leader. Nathan, who had once been so confident at the business table, was now utterly dispirited. "If Isabella doesn't withdraw from this competition, I will most likely lose. In the werewolf - centered business - defeat - prediction and vulnerability - admission, this is his lament." Victoria’s face turned as pale as a ghost. If Nathan lost, it meant their relationship would fall apart too, just as a pack breaks up when its alpha is defe
In the werewolf - centered world, where emotions ran as wild as a pack on a hunt, Thea suddenly removed her glasses. Her eyes, enhanced by light makeup, sparkled with anger and malice, much like a werewolf showing its fangs. "Try hitting me," she took a step forward, presenting her defiant face directly to Nathan’s fist. Nathan was taken aback by her cold glare and slowly lowered his fist, as if facing a more powerful werewolf in a dominance stand - off. "A pair of foolish old fools," Thea bit out, cursing under her breath. Seeing Nathan take a hit, Victoria quickly intervened. "Bella, we’re family. Families don’t hold grudges. What you’re doing is irrational. After all, the prosperity of Nathan benefits you too. If he falls, you’ll have no one to rely on. In the werewolf - centered family - bond - plea and practical - reasoning, this is her attempt to persuade." She reached for Isabe