Chapter 9

Monica's pov

*Exile*

"Don't worry, mama, everything is going to be okay," I said as I placed my hand on her back.

It is very sad to see her heart broken. Losing someone very dear to you is not something anyone would wish for.

Werewolf politics is one thing that gives everyone a setback and also makes you lose your loved ones.

I am also a victim here; werewolf politics brought me to where I am today. Abandoned and lost. I was drained of everything I had just to satisfy some wicked set of wolves.

I faced the woman and held her hand, "I hope the Alf pack has no hand in this".

She forced the tears that were about to come out of her eyes inside and tried to bring herself together.

"It all started with them. It all started when their Alpha died," she said as she cleared her throat.

I was taken aback when I heard this.

This was definitely going to be about him.

"Tell me more; I could help you think over it." I tried to raise her hopes.

She stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes a lit