Chapter 3

Ava pouted and complained, "That old wolf dragged those little beasts into the house and left blood everywhere! I was scared when I stepped outside! I have to get some semblance of revenge.

"Noah, do you think this bikini looks good on me?"

Noah's voice turned thick and sticky as he said, "You little imp—you look best when you're not wearing anything."

I kicked the door open.

Ava was wearing a fur bikini, twisting her body while hanging on Noah's waist.

I went crazy, limping forward to tear off her clothes, but I froze when I saw the bone flute hanging on her chest.

My eyes were bloodshot as I grabbed her by the neck.

"Ava! What is that on your neck?!"

Ava's veins bulged, and she could not speak.

Noah pulled me down. "Are you crazy, May? It is just a dying old wolf. I can catch another one for you, okay?"

The bone flute on Ava's neck was made from Wolf Mom's bones—the same as mine.

That bone flute could command animals. Wolf Mom had broken her tail on purpose to let me make it.

I had only ever told Noah about this.

Yet, he had told Ava and allowed her to kill my wolf mom.

Ava pretended to be out of breath on the soft chair but smiled slyly as she raised her eyebrows at me.

My instincts took over. I ignored all the human postures I had learned over the years. I dropped to the floor and let out a howl. My nails scratched the ground until they bled.

Noah was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps.

Ava came closer and pinched my chin, studying my face.

She turned to Noah and said, "It's bad. May is cursed by the wolf spell. That's why her behavior is so wolf-like."

I grabbed Ava's wrist angrily and tried to take the bone flute off her neck.

Noah hesitated, but when he saw my hand leave red marks on Ava's wrist, he immediately ordered someone to restrain me.

Ava winked at me.

"This curse removal isn't difficult. I learned it from the elders in the tropical rainforest before."

They forced me into a dark room. The piercing noise exploded in my ears. I screamed, covering my ears in pain.

A bright light stabbed into my eyes like a sharp sword.

I was raised by wolves from a young age. Throughout the years I lived with them, my senses became a hundred times more sensitive than normal people's, almost like a wolf's.

Noah had always known my condition. He once pretended to be a ghost and shouted near my ear, causing my eardrum to rupture. I was sent to the hospital and remained for seven days.

He was so remorseful that he slapped his face until it swelled and cried bitterly in front of me.

All that, and he treated me so ruthlessly because of Ava's baseless talk.

My eyes hurt so much that I could not open them.

"You know I can't stand bright lights or loud noises, Noah!" I shrieked. "Do you really believe in her nonsense?!"

A cold voice whispered in my ear, "No, I don't. But you left red marks on Ava's hand, so that's your punishment."

The loud noise crashed wave after wave.

The butler roughly held my eyelids open, forcing me to face the bright light.

Noah supported my collapsing body and saw the blood dripping from the corners of my eyes and ears. He pressed his lips tight.

"Help Madam to bed."

He gently massaged Ava's wrist, blowing on it softly.

Noah took Ava to the hospital to check the wound on her neck.

…

After Aunt Wendy died, Noah's father, John Potter, lost his spirit.

His health was just recovering when he walked in trembling on a cane. Seeing my miserable state, he was shocked and knelt with a thud.

"May… I've wronged you and Wendy!

"I know you can command animals, so they stayed obediently in their habitat.

"Those animals were kind to us because of your command. That helped us gather experimental data and maintain the Potters' position in research and business."

I sucked in a cold breath and spoke through the pain, "Aunt Wendy is gone now, and the wolf pack has been harmed. I'm not staying here anymore."

"It's all my fault, May. The Potters can't be destroyed by Noah's hands! I'll expel Noah and forbid anyone from helping him. Please stay, alright?"

I spat out blood and touched the bone flute on my neck calmly.

"Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me."

I no longer listened to his persuasions.

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

I blew the bone flute with all my strength.

A loud wolf howl pierced the sky.

John's face turned pale. "It's over…"

A few minutes later, loud thuds hit the front gate.

Bang, bang!

The gate was broken open.

Through a cloud of yellow dust, a pack of wild wolves appeared—all of them towering over men, howling in fury.