**Elizabeth's POV**
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"I will let go later, and remember, do not scream. You have to keep silent. From now on, whoever asks about today, you will answer-you have been hiding behind the tree with me, and you do not know anything."
My tears fell and landed on Brandon's hand.
He stressed to me once again, "You must take what I just said to heart. I know you hate my father, and maybe you hate me too. I am sorry, I do not know why it turned out this way. Anyway, you are the only survivor of Blue Moon Pack.
You have to live with the expectations of your parents and members. Keep silent. keep silent to survive."
Keep silent.
Keep silent to survive.
It was not until I nodded that Brandon let go of the hand covering my mouth.
He took a deep breath, then pulled me toward Austin, who was moaning in pain.
"Austin, what happened?"
Austin covered his left eye and howled in pain like a wild beast. Blood spilled out from his fingers.
"My eye... My eye..."
Black River Pack's Alpha was distressed to see his most beloved son injured as if it was his own injury.
"What the fuck is going on?" Alpha growled.
"There was a rogue pretending to be a corpse just now. When Austin was passing by, he launched a surprise sneak attack. He, he, he hurt Austin's left eye..." A warrior said hesitantly.
That arrogant boy is now crying and wailing. Tears mixed with blood were sliding down his handsome face.
He looked so pitiful, but instead of sympathy, I felt the thrill of revenge.
I hated them. Not only do I hate the Alpha of the Black River Pack, I hate his sons too.
I hate everyone here.
I needed to bite my lower lip hard and clench my fists to keep from revealing the hatred inside me.
"I am going to kill that rogue! I am going to kill him!" Alpha growled, standing up, still holding the dagger that was used to kill my father in his hand.
The warrior who spoke before continued, "Alpha, that rogue has been killed."
"I killed it." The warrior said it to take credit.
"Really?" the Alpha asked in a low voice, then he suddenly stabbed the dagger into the warrior's heart. Stabbing again and again.
"Why did not you kill that rogue sooner?Why? Why did you allow that rogue to hurt my son? You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
My whole body shuddered uncontrollably. I realized that Black River Pack's Alpha was a complete despot.
That warrior could not imagine that he saved the Alpha's son's life, but will be killed by the Alpha to vent his anger until the time of his death.
Just like me, I could not imagine that I brought the Alpha to save my father, but he killed my father.
The first time we met I was deceived by the illusion of his integrity. I thought he was the savior.
I was the one who brought the Alpha of the Black River Pack in. I was the one who led the way.
The flames of hatred and guilt wrapped my entire body. I swore to the sun above my head and the moon goddess in my heart that I would definitely get my revenge.
I closed my mouth into a tight line, but strove to open my eyes to the maximum.
I want to remember the faces of everyone present. Every single person here, none of them is innocent.
One day, I want them to pay the price.
***** eight years later *****
"Dummy, wash my socks."
Abby's annoying voice came, and with it the socks she threw at me.
I was washing all the warriors' clothes and I did not have the hands to catch Abby's smelly socks. She must have known that so she threw her socks at my head on purpose.
I could not help but let out a dry heave as I smelled the socks like a rotting corpse.
How could a girl's socks smell so bad? Was her wolf a stinky wolf?
I hurriedly took Abby's socks off my head and threw them into the barrel.
Abby is the luna's niece of Black River Pack. She is a year younger than me, but she is an experienced bitch who likes to torture others.
Her goal is to become the next Luna.
Whichever of them, Austin or Brandon, becomes the next Alpha, Abby wants to be Luna.
Therefore, she had to make sure that she was the only girl around Austin and Brandon who was fit to be Luna.
Ever since she moved into the pack house, she has made me her imaginary enemy. She tries to bully me every day. She wants to get me out of the Black River Pack.
But I will not leave.
Eight years ago, the hypocritical Alpha declared that my father was killed by rogues. He publicly announced that he would treat me like his daughter and would take care of me instead of his old friend.
After that, he took possession of the Blue Moon Pack territory as a matter of course, even though he said he was only managing it temporarily.
At first he pretended to be kind to me, but when the members of the Black River Pack had completely taken over all of the Blue Moon Pack's land, he began to stop pretending.
He started to ignore me, let others bully me, and made me move in with the omega on the grounds that there was not enough room. Gradually, I was forced to work with the omegas.
By now, everyone treats me as a slave who can be driven around at will.
They asked me to cook for all the warriors, wash clothes, wash shoes. In addition, I have to sweep and mop the floor and make the beds for the Alpha family in advance.
Also, I had to do other disgusting tasks that they asked me to do at any time, such as washing Abby's smelly socks.
**Elizabeth's POV** * I am not a docile sheep, but I know that now is not a good time to fight back. I can not expose my fangs and claws early until I become strong enough, or I might risk losing them. And the moment I become strong enough is the day I get my wolf. Usually, werewolves get their wolves at age 16. But I was two months away from my 18th birthday, and my wolf did not appear. They all laugh at me for being one of those unlucky guys who was born without a wolf, but I know I am not. I have read some books. In one book it was written that some werewolves who suffered misfortune at an early age and it caused their wolf to awaken late. The latest example on record was 18 years old. I have faith in myself. I will get my wolf and get strong power on my birthday. Then, I will take revenge. I never forgot that it was the Black River Pack Alpha who killed my father. I never forget-An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And, a life for a life. But until then, I will try
**Elizabeth's POV** * I went back to the kitchen to make another bowl of Pumpkin Custard. This time I did not squeeze sock water into it. I was not that audacious. After all, there are very few guys as stupid as Abby. I walked past the mountain of clothes with the bowl and sighed. Hopefully Austin will not give me a hard time and let me come back and do the laundry soon. I do not want to do this all night long. When I came to Austin's room, I put my ear to the door and eavesdropped for a while. There appeared to be no growling, no screaming. It meant that Austin had no plans to torture anyone, Nor was he torturing anyone. It should be safe for me to go in now. "Knock, knock." "Come in." Austin's voice sounded peaceful. Safe. I gently pushed the door open. As soon as I stepped in one foot, I saw a slave on the floor, unconscious. The slave's face was covered in blood. One of his eye sockets was empty. His eyeball had been gouged out. I was startled and looked up to see Au
**Elizabeth's POV** * Oh no! I had totally pissed him off! I turned to run. Austin yanked me by the hair and dragged me into his arms. "You want to run away after messing with me? Do you know the cost of pissing me off?" Austin aimed the spoon at my eyes. It had touched my eyelashes. "No, no..." I mouthed the word with silence. Someone barged in just as I was closing my eyes in fear. "So you are here! Elizabeth!" Brandon drunkenly pushed open the door, "I have been looking for you for a long time." Brandon acted like he was completely blind to Austin as he handed me an empty bottle, "Go get me some booze." "Get out of here, drunkard!" Austin shouted angrily at his brother. "Oh Austin, you are also here," Brandon smirked and tug Austin's arm, "Come on, lend her to me for a while, it will not take too long." Austin shrugged off Brandon's hand in annoyance, "can not you see I am punishing her?" "I can SEE but I do not care. I want a drink now. I want her to buy me a drink rig
**Elizabeth's POV** * I ran for a long, long time after leaving Austin's room, not stopping to exhale until I made sure Austin could not catch up to me. But my heart was still beating fast. This life sucks, and I hope it ends soon. How long do I have to put up with this? Two more months. I will declare war on black river pack the day I turn 18 and gain my wolf and strength. What if I still do not get my wolf on my 18th birthday? It is pretty simple. If I really am one of those unlucky guys who was born without a wolf, then I am completely desperate. A desperate girl will do even scarier and crazier things. Hopefully I can get through these two months without anything like today happening again. I need to stay away from Austin. Maybe next time I will not be so lucky to meet Brandon who just happened to come looking for me. Just thinking about Brandon made my emotions mixed. I will never forget the first impression Brandon left on me. In my memory, he was gentle, kind, handso
**Elizabeth's POV** * The teacher's growl once again surprised me out of my dream. This time, without waiting for an apology, the teacher pointed at the door and said, "Get out!" I sighed, grabbed my textbook and notebook and walked out of the classroom. To be honest, I really cherished the opportunity to go to school. But last night Abby asked me to catch mosquitoes for her. I only got a total of three hours of sleep. With my severe lack of sleep, it was really hard for me to stay awake during such a boring class. Can you believe the teacher was just teaching us addition and subtraction? I will be 18 soon, not 8. But we are still learning the elementary school curriculum so far. Our class is what is a so-called special class. Most of my classmates are werewolves with mental deficiencies, or mute like me, or deaf and dumb like Carolina. Carolina and I had previously studied in normal classes. However, out of jealousy, Abby asked Luna to put us in special classes. She said that
**Elizabeth's POV** * I protested silently over and over again, even though I could not make a sound, "NO! I AM NOT!" "Looks like dummy is not convinced," Abby smiled even more smugly when she saw my angry expression, "It seems she will not admit to stealing until we find incriminating evidence..." "Cindy! Lisa! Search her!" With Abby's command, the three of them started ripping my clothes. I suddenly realized what they were truly aiming to achieve. They wanted to undress me in front of everyone! They wanted to humiliate me by making me naked! They never wanted to find gold coins on me! I was struggling to protect my clothes from being taken off. But it was hard for me to stop their six hands alone. I turned my help-seeking gaze to the teacher, however, he just turned his head and pretended not to see anything. And the other onlookers had excited looks on their faces. They had no intention of helping me. They just wanted to get some entertainment out of me. I was completely d
**Austin's POV** * My wolf was in a constant state of restlessness. It had been acting very excited since the moment Elizabeth walked into the classroom. "Mate... .mate... I can feel our mate..." My wolf murmured. "Nonsense." I corrected it, "You must be out of your mind, you horny beast." "Mate. . mate... I can smell her scent. She is behind us..." It still persisted. Behind me was Brandon's seat. Now Elizabeth is sitting there. "I do not feel anything. No mate bond. No mate. STOP TALKING BULLSHIT." I whispered insults to it. After a few seconds, it became restless again. "I can feel it, Brandon's wolf is as excited as I am. It smelled the scent of mate too. It was so happy as to jump up and down." I fell silent. Brandon and I are twins. My wolf and Brandon's wolf are damn twins, too. The telepathy between their beasts was more acute than Brandon's and mine. I knew my wolf was not lying. It could sense Brandon's wolf's agitation. I could not help but watch Brandon's react
**Elizabeth's POV** * "Fire Wolf, a type of werewolf that almost only exists in legends. They are said to be covered in flames and can breathe fire. All in all, they are very bizarre. We can not confirm if this race really exists. But there are references to them in the literature." I quickly wrote down everything the teacher mentioned. I was almost fascinated by everything he said. I never knew that the world I lived in was so rich and diverse. I wished he would say more, but then the bell rang. I had to keep my notebook and leave. Even though I had all the knowledge in my head, I was very sad to leave this class behind. I don't know if I will have the chance to listen to the teacher's lessons in the future. "Remember not to be late tomorrow,"Brandon said suddenly, with his eyes closed. I nod my head. Did Brandon mean that I could come back tomorrow and take notes for him? I hope I understood correctly. I am already looking forward to tomorrow. **Abby's POV** * I wanna slas