"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you tolerate your mother so much?" On our way home after school, Susie asked me.Hearing her question, I pondered for a moment. Over the years, I've been contemplating the same question: why do I tolerate my mother so much?There's a long and sorrowful story behind it, dating back five years ago, way before my mother and I moved to the Red Moon pack.Since my birth, I lived in a coastal pack where everyone excelled in swimming. Sunshine, the sea, beaches, and palm trees formed my entire memory of my hometown—a time filled with joy. Every weekend, I would take my younger brother, Jason, to the beach, teaching him freestyle, butterfly, and diving. He showed remarkable talent from a young age, and before he turned seven, he could swim as fast and skillfully as adults. He had great confidence in his swimming abilities, but my parents always cautioned me to keep a close eye on him whenever he went into the sea.At the time, I was twelve, and he was se
Throughout my life, the most well-known label attached to me has been that of a bookworm. Every weekend, I'd rather go to the library than bother attending parties. In every subject test, I would score an A. My peers mocked me for being dull and uninteresting, but I never bothered to respond to their taunts. For most of them, whether they could go to college or not didn't matter much. As werewolves, their top priorities were finding their mates, mating, and having children. They followed the guidance of the Moon Goddess and dutifully performed their assigned roles. Alphas led the pack, Betas assisted Alphas in managing the pack, soldiers were responsible for recruitment and warfare, and Omegas did the laborious work. For thousands of years, the werewolf pack strictly adhered to this set of rules. However, I had my own dreams. I didn't want to be trapped in this small pack forever; I had my own plans. My dream was to become an excellent doctor, capable of bringing people back from the
In the remaining three months, all I needed was peace. However, if they pushed me too far, I would find a way to make them taste their own medicine. It was now six o'clock in the afternoon, the busiest time at the packhouse, and I was sure Drake's father would be there. To avoid attracting too much attention, I took the back route and entered through the rear door. The packhouse was the grandest and most luxurious building in the entire pack, covering an area of nearly an acre. It had three floors: the first floor was a lavish banquet hall, used as a regular dining area when there were no banquets. The second floor was where Betas and Gammas had their offices, resting areas, and guest rooms. The top floor was for Alphas and Luna, serving as their living and office area. After entering through the back door, I ascended the spiral staircase to the second floor and knocked on Beta Morgan's office door. "Come in." With permission granted, I pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing m
In the following week, Drake didn't show up again. Life became particularly easy for me. I had no time to think about him; I had my own things to do. Every day after school, I would stay in the school library and study until eleven o'clock before going home. Susie was worried about my safety and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. I didn't want her to sit in the library and idle away until late at night just to accompany me.Now, there was no one in the library except for me and the librarian. I packed my things and prepared to leave. As I stepped out of the library building, the evening breeze brushed against my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine. In the dim corner, there stood a figure, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I fumbled along the wall and found the switch for the porch light. As the light came on, I could make out the person—it was Drake. He stood there quietly, looking more haggard than before, and his sinister expression sent chills down my spin
It is now 8 o'clock in the evening, and I am waiting for Aunt Mary's arrival at the station. She is expected to arrive in half an hour. Last night, I called her and informed her about some urgent matters, urging her to come. This morning, she immediately applied to her Alpha Asher for leave from the pack and entrusted Alpha Asher to inform Alpha Joan of her visit. After all the procedures were completed, she boarded the latest regular bus and rushed here. Aunt Mary is an extremely interesting person; she claims to have a fear of driving and prefers to take public transportation or have others drive her wherever she goes. She never wants to try learning to drive, and we often tease her about it.Aunt Mary is my father's sister, and fifteen years ago, she met her mate, Uncle Marcus, and settled in the Nightwalker pack with him. She is cheerful and straightforward, often likes to joke around, while Uncle Marcus is mature yet humorous. He always spoils Aunt Mary like a child. After fiftee
After confessing everything to Aunt Mary, she was so angry that she trembled, swearing to twist Drake's head off. I asked her to stay calm and keep this secret for me."Well, you're right. If I twist his head off, it will undoubtedly lead to a war between our two packs," she shrugged, trying to talk in a more casual sort of way. "By the way, does your mom know about this?""I haven't told her," I shook my head and said with a bitter smile.She sneered, her big blue eyes giving me a knowing look, "Not telling her is for the best. What else can she do other than crying all day? Oh! Just the thought of meeting her gives me a headache. If it weren't for you, I would never have come here."Hearing her words, I felt a little awkward. I didn't know how to respond, so I let out a dry laugh. To be honest, once Aunt Mary and my mom meet, there will definitely be quarrels, and to mediate between them will be a headache for me too.It's about a 20-minute walk from the bus station to my house. It
At eight o'clock in the morning, the hospital had almost no patients. I asked Aunt Mary to wait outside the examination room. And then I knocked on Dr. Grace's door."Come in," came Dr. Grace's gentle voice from inside the room."Good morning, Dr. Grace," I greeted politely as I walked in."Good morning, Zoe. Is there anything wrong with your health? Any lingering effects from the head injury last time?" Dr. Grace asked with concern, setting down her pen upon seeing me."Thank you for your concern, my head is fine. But this time, I have something important to share. I found out that I'm pregnant two nights ago," I said.Upon hearing the news, Dr. Grace was somewhat taken aback. "Oh, unbelievable. I'm sorry to hear that.""I was surprised too. You are the only person in the pack who knows about this, but as time goes on, my belly will grow bigger, and the secret will be hard to keep. I don't want that to happen, so I intend to leave the Red Moon Pack and live with my aunt's family in t
It’s late at night, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, putting myself in a hunting state of mind, imagining as if I were observing prey. Hold your head high, with no tilting, and maintain a steady gaze, with no wavering. Yes, that’s right! Do relax the expression, don't appear tense, even if your heart is pounding, just ignore it. Focus on the person or object in front of you, disregarding your insignificant inner turmoil. That’s much better. Put on a subtle smile, don’t be too serious. Perfect, nearly perfect.After several hours of practice, my eyes were bloodshot, and my face felt stiff from smiling, but I was finally satisfied with the progress I made. I assured Aunt Mary that I would strive to be firm, confident, and decisive, even when facing wolves of much higher rank than myself. In a few more hours, at 10 o'clock in the morning, we would meet Alpha Joan and Luna Irene at the pack house. At that moment, I would have Aunt Mary witness my progress.It was getting late now.