Chapter-Twenty Eight

Zaryn

My descent into villainy had roots in my troubled past. I was not always a villain as people thought. I once had a loving mother who took care of me after I was born with a rare condition that made me weak and sickly. I was not like other werewolf pups and my sickness bothered my family. My father saw me as a burden and a disgrace, but my mother loved me unconditionally. She was the only one who cared for me and protected me from the harshness of the pack.

After several treatments and prayers, my mother decided to take matters into her own hands. She took me to her werewolf pack, where a renowned medicine man lived. She hoped that he could find a cure for my ailment. Our hope was shattered when an enemy pack attacked us during our stay. The enemy pack were ruthless and bloodthirsty, and they slaughtered everyone in their path. My mother tried to shield me from the attackers during the war, but she was overpowered and killed.

“Mother!” I screamed as I watched my mother's lifel