Prologue

(THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY CHARACTERS OR SITUATION SOUNDING SIMILAR IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS.)

Elaine's POV

My son Jean was in critical condition.

I've been dialling his father and my mate for two hours. He was busy taking care of the pack.

I was with Jean as he breathed ruggedly.

He was diagnosed with AIDS seven months ago. A simple flu was going to kill him.

I couldn't look at the time on my phone because of how blurry my eyes became.

But there was a message from my mate's mobile.

[Have fun caring for the sick, weak child you birthed, Elaine! XoXo]

I knew who it was.

It was the human who gave my child the deadly disease.

It was unfair.

Humans discovered a cure for this fatal disease, but the same principles, when used on us werewolves, worsened the effect.

There was a time when Logan Fenris, my mate, would leave everything to attend to my needs. When I was pregnant with Jean and until when Jean turned three.

Logan's attitude changed when he met the human girl, several years younger than him, on a business trip. She was Canadian. She moved closer to our pack. My pack, despite her being a different species, accepted her.

Why?

Because she could bear the fruit of an alpha.

She had resilience.

What about me and my son?

We were cast away by our own pack.

We were no longer a part of Waterstone.

"Mrs Fenris." I stood up at the doctor's call.

"Ms Elaine would be fine." I corrected. He nodded curtly.

"I'm sorry, but your son's infection has progressed. His immunity isn't suppressing the virus." He said. He looked at the nurse and continued again.

"He's contracted pneumonia." He said. My heart sank.

"What are the chances of his survival...?" I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks already.

"Less than 12%. I recommend you involve healers of your kind to treat Jean. I'm sorry." He spoke briefly and left.

What do I even do?

I've been ostracized from Waterstone. No healer would come to my aid.

That's when I took matters into my own hands.

I was barely 19 when Jean was born to me. I was 24 when I was holding both my palms close and generating healing waves from my palms, at that moment. I was born a healer. But I was never given a chance to grow.

I channelled energy to heal my son, but it was of no use.

That's when I decided to drive back to the pack, four hours away, just to beg a healer to come and help my son. Their future alpha.

Waterstone packhouse at midnight was vibrant. I didn't know what was going on.

I walked into the crowd. They were repulsed by my presence soiling their festive mood.

"Where is Logan?" I asked in a croaky voice. I hadn't eaten in five days.

"Alpha Logan? He's celebrating, Luna. I wouldn't tell you to go to him." A member of my pack suggested. I didn't listen to him and went in anyway.

I should've realized.

There he was on the lifted platform, throwing confetti and popping champagne bottles. He was clearly drunk.

"My love!" He slurred. He drunkenly strutted to me and kissed my cheek.

"It's our anniversary! Where were you!?" He asked, feigning care for me. We've been together for six years, ever since I turned 18.

"Out for weeks. Taking care of our son." I said. I was eager to get permission to take two or more healers with me. Logan Fenris is Waterstone's alpha.

"Aw~ You missed the party!" He said.

"A party without the partner present? How flaky-" I was to insult him but Logan cut me off.

"Noooo! You got it all wrong!

We are celebrating Leah's 100th day of pregnancy!" He said. My eyes widened.

"Leah? The Canadian Human? She's pregnant?" I asked. He nodded giddily.

"Oh, I'm going to be a father again!~"

My stomach churned.

My whole world went blank.

"What...?" I asked to confirm. Who was I kidding?

"That's right, Sweet Cheeks! I'm gonna be a father again! With Leah's baby!" Saying, Logan started laughing loudly with the crowd. I gazed around, embarrassment flooding my body.

"I- I don't care what's going on, but You two should get a grip and help my son." I said, shaking and in tears. Logan leaned in, his eyes an ice-cold gaze.

"Get a grip and help your son? Jean is my son too, Elaine. You don't see me caring so much about him. He was always a weak child, unworthy to be my son. I don't care what happens to him..."

Those words from Logan reminded me of the mistake I made. I shouldn't have let Logan make me a mother. I shouldn't have let him plant his seed in me when we mated, seven years ago.

I held in the anger and turned around. Suddenly, I grew incredibly dizzy and fell to my knees.

"Fuck..." I cursed; my knees had scrapped. However, my wolf Jea helped me get a grip. I stood back up and barged into the healers' hut.

"You two," I pointed to two healers randomly.

"You're coming with me," I said. Just then, it thundered outside as they jolted at the noise.

"L-Luna...we were told not to take orders from you." One responded. I raised an eyebrow.

"By who?" I inquired.

"By Alpha Logan." My world shattered again.

"Um...because you aren't our Luna anymore from this day forth, Healer Elaine..." another older woman said. I was confused.

"What do you mean? Who's the Luna then?" I asked sternly. I thought they'd answer that filthy human was the Luna. But the answer was beyond my expectations...

"It's...Mother Olga."

Mother Olga...?

Logan's Mother, the one who took care of the pack ever since her husband and mate left the pack to attain 'penance'.

I let out a shaky breath. The atmosphere grew cold very suddenly.

Jean was the last thing on my mind before I lost consciousness and fell to the ground.