**Elizabeth's POV**
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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 to pretend to be a tame dog with a wagging tail.
"Hey, Elizabeth, Miss Abby wants you to make a bowl of Pumpkin Custard and bring it into her room right away." An omega said to me.
I gestured to the barrel in front of me and the mountain of clothes piled up, signaling that I was busy.
"Miss Abby says she knows You are busy, but she does not care. Anyway, she wants Pumpkin Custard in ten minutes."
The response was expected.
I could only sigh and make an ok gesture.
From the day I witnessed my father's death, I stopped talking.
Everyone else thought I was dumb from the shock of it all and even called me dummy, but I knew I was not dumb.
I can talk, I just do not want to talk anymore. Because I called out, my mom was killed by rogue. Because I asked for help, daddy was killed by Alpha.
My mouth, my words, led to misfortune.
Keep Silent, this is the punishment I give myself and the measure I take to protect myself.
I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to cut off a small piece of pumpkin. After peeling them, I put them in boiling water to cook.
After ten minutes I pick up the pumpkins and use a spoon to crush them into a puree.
Then, I add cream, honey, milk, a little water and flour. Stir a few times. Pour them into a small pot and cook them for 5 minutes. Done!
Oh I forgot, there is one last step.
I grabbed Abby's sock from the barrel. Squeeze a few drops of water from the sock into the bowl.
Now a perfect bowl of Pumpkin Custard is complete.
do not blame me, I know It is disgusting. But disgusting Pumpkin Custard and disgusting Abby are a perfect match.
At one point I did not put my socks in the Pumpkin Custard and Abby scolded me for not cooking with care. It did not taste as good as it usually does.
In short, she deserved it.
So never mess with someone who is in charge of cooking your food for you. You will never know what horrible things she is put in your food.
I went upstairs with the Pumpkin Custard. I could hear Abby and her friends in the room laughing loudly at me from the stairway.
"Do you guys think that Dummy looks like a horse? Look at her big fat ass and bloated boobs. God, She is so ugly!"
"Yes! Especially her long hair, which flips around like a horse's tail when she walks."
"And her legs. Thin, long and straight, exactly like a horse."
"And her teeth. As ridiculously neat and orderly as a horse's. And her outward turning lips."
"No wonder she does not even have a wolf now. She is probably werehorse hahahaha ........"
I could not help but roll my eyes.
They were jealous of my soft, silky long hair, my slender legs, my ample breasts and hips, my neat teeth, and they tried everything to discredit me. They even changed my species.
Well, let them be.
I hope their hearts are as honest as their mouths and they do not sneak cotton into their bra and panties or steal the kitchen chili to smear their lips.
Come on. Chili has no lip plumping effect.
When I showed up at the door, they were not embarrassed by the sight of me.
They laughed even louder. I could even see Abby's cavities.
"Welcome our horse girl!"
There were three other girls in the room besides Abby. They were Abby's classmates, and Abby was only friends with girls who were uglier than her at school. They were always gathering together to bully and denigrate the girls who were prettier than them.
Now all eyes were on my face. They all wanted to see me embarrassed.
But I just calmly brought the Pumpkin Custard to Abby and turned away.
"Boring dummy." They were very unsatisfied that I was not playing along with their game of ridicule.
"Stop!" Abby suddenly spoke from behind me.
I pretended not to hear and kept walking.
"I said, stop, Elizabeth! Are you deaf?"
I turned around, holding back my anger.
"Make another bowl of Pumpkin Custard and bring it to Austin. do not forget to bring the silver spoon. He will probably need it."
Looking at Abby's evil smile, I could not help but curse in my mind: Damn bitch!
She is so mean.
No one wanted to mess with Austin because everyone knew he was a psycho who liked to gouge people's eyes with a spoon.
Since he went blind in one eye, He is gone crazy.
Before he went blind in his left eye, he was a proud wolf. After he went blind, he became a mad dog.
Oh no. Even a rabid dog would stay away from Austin if it saw him.
I definitely do not want to meet Austin, but I have no choice.
**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
**Elizabeth's POV** * The way Damien behaved made me feel a little better about him too. He was not one of those dudes who was in heat all the time. He seemed like the only person in the class besides me who was interested in knowledge. After class, he walked by Brandon's seat. To my surprise, he suddenly complimented me on my notebook, "Excellent handwriting!" This is the first time I have ever received a compliment. I did not know how to respond. He did not laugh at me for my dumbness, but smiled at me gently and made me feel warm. It seems that not everyone in the Circle Tower Pack is an asshole. As for Brandon, I have always wanted to have a serious talk with him sometime. I want to ask him if He is always helping me in secret. Unfortunately, Brandon is in a constant state of drunkenness. He was even drinking in class. I can not communicate with a drunk guy. I could only cherish this rare opportunity to sit in on a normal class and carefully wrote down every word the teac