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Henrietta's POV:Two years into becoming a stray wolf, I had managed to get my hands on ink which I used to alter the Highbrow symbol that my brother and I bore on our arms. I did it to protect us, to avoid recognition in case any Northerner comes across us, for if we were discovered, my brother and I would be killed. The Northerners were as cruel just as they were kind. In fact I believed that if they knew that a pack they had blacklisted and thought to have ended, still existed, and worse, we were the Alpha's children, the tragedy my brother and I would face would be indescribable.Even when I decided to come to the North with my brother, I looked at our symbols and sure enough, they were still as altered as I had made them.But now, to my shock and confusion, the ink was washing away and our real mark was being conspicuous again.“Dear god, do you really want to finish us? Why do you hate us so much?”, I cried.The next few weeks after this discovery were the worst weeks of my lif

Henrietta's POV:“Henrietta! Henrietta!! Teta!!! Teta!!!!”, I heard Stella scream my name as she approached me. I had fallen asleep on my school desk and was just waking up. “Teta!!! Where is this girl?! Oh there she is!”I looked at her, puzzled and wondering what the screaming was all about. “Teta!!! Oh my God!!! My girl!!!” Stella screamed, hugging me. I felt uncomfortable with the hug as I was still trying to shake off the last doses of sleep in me.“Get off me Stella. Ahh! What's it?! Why are you screaming? And what's happening outside?” I asked her because I was also hearing noise from outside. “They just pasted 1st term results!” Stella screamed at me excitedly. “Ehhhh?” I asked, my eyes fully open now and all sleepiness gone. Before Stella could answer me, I sprinted out of the classroom and rushed to the notice board with Stella hot on my heels. When I got there, there were already lots of students standing there checking their results, some were jubilating, some were l

Henrietta's POV:I didn't lie when I told Sir Cornel that I and my brother became strays three years ago. But I did lie when I told him that I couldn't remember anything from my life before becoming a stray. My brother and I were the illegitimate children of Alpha Adam, the Alpha of Highbrow pack in the South. He and my mum, Sherry, had a secret relationship which produced me and my brother. Because my dad was already married and his Luna was a fierce woman who would not hesitate to kill my mother and us if we were ever discovered, we had to stay hidden. But dad really loved us. He always made out time to come visit us and be with us. I remember crying and complaining to him once because we couldn't go to his own house to stay but dad calmed me down, telling me that very soon, we would be able to come see him in his house. I believed these words until when I turned eight. It was on the day of my eight birthday that I realized just how complicated our ties with my father was and ho

Henrietta’s POV:“Happy birthday to you”“Happy birthday to you”“Happy birthday Ma Bethy, happy birthday to you”, we all sang happily.Today was Ma Bethy's birthday. She was the hostel mistress of the hostel that my brother and I stayed in. Today was her birthday and while there was going to be a birthday party for her later tonight, the older kids in our hostel had secretly made a birthday cake for her and we surprised her with it this morning. Ma Bethy was so grateful and full of smiles. It's been three weeks since we came to the North and just as I had believed and hoped for when my brother and I first embarked on this journey to the North, our lives have become better. No more did we have to sleep in horse stables, wear nasty clothes and underfeed because here, we were given comfortable sleeping mats and fed well. And those of us that didn't have good clothes were given clothes. I had observed that in this camp, it was common practice for three people of the same gender to sh

Henrietta’s POV:Last night, my brother and I, along with about twenty other werewolves, arrived in the North. We were all asylum seekers, seeking refuge and relief that the North could offer us. In the morning, just as we expected, we were discovered lying in the bushes by the Northern patrol soldiers and they interrogated us. After scrutinizing us and confirming that we were really asylum seekers, they led us into the Northern city. As we passed into the mighty brown gates of the North, I heaved my second sigh of relief and looked at my brother. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Surely, our lives are about to get better. The patrol soldiers took us to the welfare home and handed us over to the welfare officials to sign us in.“So, tell me, girl, what is your name and who is this boy that is clinging to you like this?” a man, one of the welfare officials, asked me.“Sir, my name is Henrietta and this is my younger brother, Benji. I mean Benjamin.”“And where are you coming from?