Chapter 12 I’m Back!


    Aubrey’s POV


    * Pearls


    Our family has a long history of werewolf medicine. My grandfather’s father served as royal physician to Alpha King Charles VI. If you go back nine generations, they all served in the courts under different Alpha Kings. The family’s secret medical texts still hold many confidential royal prescriptions from back then.


    My grandparents were both highly capable people. But since they only had one child–my father–they spoiled him too much. In the end, they raised him into someone weak and stubborn. By the time they realized it, it was already toote.


    When I was young, my grandfather noticed I had a talent for medicine. He also wasn’t happy with the fact that my father chose Aurelia as his chosen mate, so he took me to live with him and raised me until I was eleven. He passed down our family’s secret technique to me–the Werewolf Eighteen Needles. He told me that if I mastered it, I’d be able to bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to the bone.


    My grandmother was also born into nobility. She received strict education in etiquette, art, and literature, and she was well–versed in all aspects of social conduct. In her possession were generations of dowry heirlooms, each piece incredibly valuable.


    Neither of them werebat–type werewolves. They had gentle personalities, so they always taught me to be courteous, respectful, and honest.


    I was obedient. Even after they passed away, I continued to follow their teachings.


    At the werewolf school, my ssmates didn’t like the fact that I was Alpha Henry’s fiancée. They bullied me constantly. The upperssmen–those who had awakened their wolves at sixteen–would mock me for being an Omega without a wolf. They locked me in the bathroom and tried to force me to cancel the engagement. When I refused, they stripped off my clothes and drenched me with toilet water. I was even locked in a school storage cab for two days before anyone noticed.


    When I got home, my father would look at me with disappointment, anxious that I still hadn’t awakened my wolf. His eyes saw only benefits. He wanted me to awaken as soon as possible and marry Alpha Henry, to be Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack. That way, he could gain the power and status that he’d never be able to earn on his own. He was just a mediocre gamma. If he didn’t have a chance to marry into the Alpha’s family, no one would respect him the way they did now.


    So, when Aurelia brought back those unknown potions and said they could help awaken the wolf, he just turned his head and let her force me to drink them–never reacting at all to the sound of me vomiting.


    I didn’t just sit there and take it. I fought back. The stuff was disgusting, and after drinking it I felt horrible- like my blood was flowing in reverse, like my whole body was on fire. But all my resistance looked like weakness to him. What I got in return was confinement in the basement, and the sting of a whip.


    After that, I learned to behave. Whatever they gave me, I swallowed without a word. I became the good daughter in my father’s eyes.


    At school, I kept my head down and avoided people as best I could. When the older girls bullied me, I stayed silent. Maybe they found it boring, because over time they stopped bothering me.


    After school, I woulde to this little wooden cottage–to read, to practice needling techniques, to train my body, and to record the experiments I did during the day at school. I would write down all the final results.


    The pages scattered all over the desk were the fruits of my medical research over the years! I never let


    Chapter 12 I’m Back!


    +8 Pearle


    Grandpa down. I had always been studying werewolf medicine. Even though werewolves can heal themselves, not all diseases can be healed that way–especially not the Lupine Virus in myst life, which killed countless werewolves,


    I loved my grandparents. My only regret was that they never taught me how to fight back…


    And I had to pay for that with my life to finally understand: when facing oppression, I must fight back. Even without a wolf, even without overwhelming strength, I have to fight back. Because if I don’t—then I’ll be wiped out!


    I calmly watched the mes swallow the manuscripts, then turned and walked away.


    The fire roared through the entire cottage, and the ze reflected in my eyes.


    I will never forget how, in myst life, Bailey stole everything that belonged to me. I’ll never forget how she was the one who infected me with the Lupine Virus–and how she deliberately broke my legs, turning me into a cripple who couldn’t fight back, paralyzed in the undergroundb for three whole years!


    Three years…


    I smiled. Burn! Burn it all! I want to see how she ns to steal anything from my brain this time!


    Suddenly, a loud explosion burst from the cottage. Then another. And then more, one after another, until the entire structure copsed with a thunderous crash!


    After it caved in, the burning fire inside red up even brighter, casting light over my face, which looked caught somewhere between sorrow and joy.


    By setting this ce on fire, I burned away every part of myself that was weak. I cut off my retreat. I shattered the bridge behind me.


    From this moment on, I could finally live however I wanted. My wolf was about to awaken. And once it did -whoever dares to touch what’s mine, I’ll cut off their hands. Whoever makes my life hell, I’ll make them wish they were dead!


    I’m back!