Chapter 2

"Mom! Dad!... No no no. This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me!” Amelia cried out. “What happened?”

No one answered her. They only stared at her. She had no choice but to follow them onto the bus and ask the nurses there.

“What happened to them?” Amelia asked them desperately, seeking an answer.

“We received a report that a group of rogues came by and attacked them. There are no signs of transformation. That only means they didn’t get the chance to transform. The story is still unclear. So, I’ll advise you to listen only to what the investigator says. Theirs will be more accurate.” One of the nurses told her.

While they were in the bus, Amelia watched her parents struggle to breathe properly. Though the nurses tried to help out, none of what they did helped. Instead, her parents slowly died before her eyes.

She watched their lives slowly slip away from them. Speechless and frozen at the spot, her thoughts were blank, and she felt strangely numb. The feeling of grief didn’t overwhelm her until their funeral.

Maybe, she thought, she was indeed cursed by the goddess for something she didn’t know she did. Maybe, she was never born to be happy. Maybe, living wasn’t for her. The 'maybes' had increased, but not the 'what ifs'. Every day, it ate her up. What was living for? What was her life for at this point?

In the following days, she contemplated taking her life. It felt like the perfect escape. With her parents gone, there was no one around for her. She didn’t even have a mate or wolf out for her mate to sense her. None of them happened. So, she didn’t see the point in living anymore.

One day, she went to the tallest building around, went to the rooftop. The idea was to throw herself off the building. It was dark in the night. Only the moon and stars were present in the sky.

The cold breeze that grazed Amelia's skin reminded her of the cruel and cold world she lived in. How was she supposed to live in a world that was after her misery? The two people she held dear were gone. And, there was Maxwell, with his abusive ways. He was one of the reasons she had wanted to wolf out. So, she would go all out against him, feed him a little dose of his medicine. Maybe then, he would realize what an asshole he was. But with the way things were, she was probably not going to see the next sunrise.

Nevertheless, she stepped forward. At where she stood, if she took another step, she would be falling off the tall building to her death.

That would have been her fate if nothing happened to save her. Like a little whisper, she heard someone say, “pray”. She stood there for a while wondering what it meant.

It took her a while to realize what it meant. Staring at the moon, she prayed to the moon goddess to help her, let her be recognized by her people, wolf out, get a loving mate. She prayed to her to make living worth it so she wouldn’t have to commit suicide.

Just as Amelia prayed, she heard a voice at her back, yelling. “Don’t you dare do that, you bitch!”

She didn’t have to turn to realize it was Maxwell Hills. From his nasty voice to his curse words, she knew he was the one. So far, he was the only one that called her a bitch. To an extent, she felt better. At least, there was someone who didn’t want to see her dead.

“You are so getting in trouble for this.” She heard him mutter under his breath as he came closer. He grabbed her by her arm and brought her out of the danger zone.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Amelia wasn’t sure if it was because she hit her head on the garden floor, but she became dizzy and couldn’t hear the remaining things he said.

  When Amelia woke up, she saw herself tied to a chair in the middle of a very big room. The room was so spacious that it would contain half of the werewolves in her pack. While she sat in the middle, she noticed the eyes that surrounded her.

Just waking up from a long sleep, she had not noticed everything at first glance. It was later she realized she was in the Alpha’s court room.

The Alpha’s court room was a place where werewolves got judged for their crimes. When she remembered that, her eyes widened in realization. She had not thought it through before acting.

In the pack, taking a life was a serious crime. Even when the life was theirs, they were not allowed to take it. It was against everything the werewolves believed in. That was why Maxwell never used his full strength as a werewolf on her. There was a big possibility she might die from that.

When someone wanted to attempt suicide in their pack, it was best the person was successful at it because if the person was saved, they would live a life worse than death itself.

  Amelia sat there, in the middle of the courtroom. There was a huge round table that surrounded her. The round table had many werewolves sitting behind. From the elders to the important werewolves in the pack, to the alpha and beta sitting just across her.

“Looks like she’s awake,” the beta spoke in his deep voice.

“Obviously, she’s awake. We all heard the sound of her heartbeat change,” the Alpha said dully with a slap on half his face. Like, he was tired of his Beta.

“But, why would the daughter of great werewolves try to kill herself?” The Alpha asked. He might indeed not be aware of what was going on in the pack because he had been on his honeymoon. He had just recently had his mating ceremony around when Amelia just clocked eighteen.

All that had happened later on, there was a huge possibility he didn’t know anything about it. He stood up from his seat and walked towards her.

When the Alpha werewolf got to Amelia, he lifted up her chin and asked her directly with a commanding tone she couldn’t resist. “Why did you attempt suicide, little girl?”

“I… I… I just wanted to escape.” Amelia said sincerely.

“Escape from what, exactly? Is the life I provided for you not enough? I gave you a job to support yourself, paid your tuition fees so you could be educated like the others. What were you escaping from?” When he put things like that, Amelia's decision sounded foolish. He was right. He had provided for her and a lot of werewolves financially.

“Bul… Bully…” Amelia could barely say a word without crying. The things that she had been through in that pack had broken her thoroughly.

“Which bully?” He asked her, concerned, but with a slight glare on his face.