<h4>Chapter 143: Why Are You Scared Of The ck Wolves?</h4>


    <strong>Eira’s POV</strong>


    That bastard Rafe infuriated me again, this time by daring to im my cat as his own.


    Just like in the past, when he used to tease me until I wanted to smash his face, I felt the same rage burning through me now. But I knew I was powerless.


    I wished that bastard Vampire would starve for blood and die.


    And why did he always say I stank? No one else had ever said that to me. I knew I didn’t. But that asshole... he must have a rotten nose to keep spitting such insults.


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    While I was trying to calm myself, Roman came to me. Obviously with his pretentious care, which I hated but had to bear with. He must have forgotten the times he bullied me, to now dare and act like he cared.


    And the other three were no better. I wished they could vanish into thin air and stop forcing me to breathe the same air as them.


    Each one of these five felt like a thorn in my foot that I couldn’t pluck out, forcing me to walk while bearing the pain. The more I thought about them, the more my hate and bitterness grew in my heart.


    All I knew was that I hated everything, and I wanted to get angry at everyone, spouting all the bitterness I carried inside. And they were just giving me a chance to do it.


    "Eira, we have to go to the side house," Roman told me. "Doctor I is here to see you."


    <i>Damn! That doctor again. What does she want now?</i>


    Last time she reminded me of my son, scratched at my old wounds as if she had no other work to do. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?


    He took Ham from my hands.


    Ham, yes. That’s my hamster’s name now, after I dered it to everyone. Better than them naming him Rascal or Jerk.


    "Let’s go," he told me.


    I frowned at my empty hands. Just because he gifted me that pet, he acted like he owned him. I red at him. For god’s sake, that’s my pet now.


    "I’ll give him back once you are done with your session with I," he told me. "And Vixen is with Rafe."


    I gritted my teeth. They were ckmailing me with my pets. I frowned and walked out of the house to go to the side house while the bastard followed me.


    Liam was outside, seemingly waiting for me. What was this old bastard doing here now?


    "Eira, I want to talk to you," he said. "Please listen to me."


    I stopped, my gaze indifferent, as if he didn’t matter to me.


    "Look! I didn’t tell them about your child," he said, sounding apologetic. "They found it out on their own when they investigated your life after prison. I swear, I didn’t."


    "He is telling the truth," Roman said from behind me.


    I didn’t respond and walked inside the house. I didn’t care what they thought or did. Let me just get done with this witch doctor who came to get on my nerves again.


    Entering the home, I saw her standing by the sofa and looking around the drawing room. Sensing my presence, she turned to me, a light smile on her lips.


    <i>Fake!</i>


    "Good morning, Eira," she said with a pleased tone. "Have a seat."


    I sat on the sofa while she sat in the chair opposite me. "Nice and cozy home, isn’t it?" she said.


    "What do you want from me?" I asked her.


    Her smile widened lightly as she said, "Not bad!"


    It took me by surprise. What did she mean?


    "Well, I just want to have a little chat with you, and yeah, I brought you a cake. My daughter won first prize in the dancepetition, and we celebrated it yesterday." She pulled out a small box and put it in front of me. "This is for you."


    I didn’t touch it. Then she pulled out a picture from the file she was holding. "You didn’t see my daughter, right? I brought a picture of her with me."


    She ced it on the center table in front of me. I nced at it, and something caught my attention. There were two familiar figures with a little girl.


    Alice and Jennifer.


    I picked up the picture. Jennifer—I felt like I had almost forgotten how she looked, but I recognized her at first nce.


    "That’s Jennifer, my friend, and her daughter Alice," I said. "She worked in the administration department of the hospital I worked in, and we became good friends. It was my daughter’s tenth birthday they attended, and thest one we ever had together."


    I didn’t react to what she said, but continued to stare at the picture.


    "Jennifer was such a lovely woman, and so was her daughter," I said. "If I tell you what Alice did that day, and how she turned the celebration so hrious with her antics, you willugh as well."


    I finally looked at her. "What did she do?"


    She had the same smile on her face even now. "That we will talk about once we finish our session. That would be so rxing after a boring session, isn’t it?"


    I could only agree. I wanted to know about Alice, and especially about Jennifer. I only knew she had died—but how? And this witch doctor wouldn’t tell me unless I obeyed her demand. Just like every other person I faced. They always had some conditions before me. Whatever.


    "Alright! Shall we start?" she asked as she looked at me.


    I hummed lightly.


    "It’s about the day when Alice died," she said. "I want to know your side, what you were going through."


    "There’s nothing to it. I shot her, and she died," I replied inly.


    "And why did you shoot her?" she asked. "I know there’s a valid reason. I wish to hear the truth. Give and take. You tell me something, and I tell you something."


    "I was going to shoot something else, but ended up hurting her."


    "Something else?" she hummed, as if giving it a thought. "Alright. Let’s just jump straight to the point, as you are smart enough to know where it’s going."


    I waited to hear what she meant.


    "I want to know why you fear the ck Wolf so much," she said. "You were trying to protect Alice from the ck Wolf, I know. Let’s keep aside the fact that the ck Wolf wasn’t captured in the video. We will believe it was truly there. I wish to believe in you."


    The things I wanted to counter her with—that there was no ck Wolf and she should just check the video—she had already left me no space to say.


    "Now, tell me why you are so scared of the ck Wolf?" she asked again. "I know there’s a reason."


    "Since I was a child, my grandparents told me that ck Wolves are bad and scary. They are no less than monsters, and I should always stay away from them. If I saw them around, I should run from them," I told her honestly.


    She raised a brow. "They said that, and you started believing blindly?"


    I shook my head. "No. First, I used to have nightmares of a ck Wolf when I was a kid. In my dream, it would kill people, blood everywhere, and thene after me, as if chasing me desperately.


    "When I told this to my grandparents, they said it wasn’t a dream, that it had indeed happened with me when I was a baby. That scary ck wolf was chasing us when my grandparents were running away with me."


    She listened to me with utter seriousness.


    "Grandma said we were on the run all the time because of that ck Wolf. It killed my parents, and it wanted to kill us as well. She told me how cruel ck Wolves were and how brutally my parents were killed. Since then, I started having a fear of them."


    "Can you still remember the exact dream you had?" I asked. "Was that ck Wolf really scary before you told anything to your grandparents?"


    I felt a little confused at her question. "I think it was... It killed people and chased after us... It was indeed scary... maybe..."


    "So your fear of the ck Wolf was instilled by your grandparents?" she concluded.


    I shook my head. "I had a nightmare... and they just exined..."