Chapter 3

Laurel accused me of many vicious behaviors, including stealing. So I was the first to jump into their mind when Mom could not find her necklace.

Mom called me, but no one answered, so she started searching through my room.

Out of her expectations, she found only some expired sandwiches and a wardrobe with only pieces of worn-out clothes. She frowned her eyebrows.

When the pack gathered to have dinner, Mom mentioned this weird thing.

"I arranged for my servant to fund the life of Petra by the month. Why is there only bad and stale food in her room? And I cannot find any good clothes in her wardrobe as well. Do you think it is possible that she is having trouble, but we don't know it?"

Mom worried with doubt. Laurel blinked her eyes, rolling her eyeballs quickly, and then a new lie was born. "Don't worry, Mother, sister Petra may have another place to stay, her belonging is saved there. Every day, she wears different clothes at the Werewolf Academy. I heard from another she-wolf that she has been hanging out with a rogue wolf."

There was a sense of disgust on Mom's face when she heard what Laurel said.

"Shit. She does not deserve to be worried. All she does is always so unwanted." She said to herself, "She must be somewhere plotting how to fool us." At that moment, her cell phone rang.

A voice came out of the phone: "Are you from the pack of Petra? It's the Werewolf Council calling. Petra is dead, and her corpse has been here for days."

Mom was slightly stunned by what she'd heard, then she swore directly into the phone: "That silly she-wolf asked you to fool me? How dare you to imposter as the council. Tell her not to put on the show. If she is brave enough, she dies for real. Then I would admire her." She hung up the phone without listening to any explanation. She was kind of pissed off for "me trying to fool her", but was satisfied that she was smart enough that "I did not make it".

Laurel came closer to Mom with pretentious consideration, "Mom, maybe something happened to sister Petra, we'd better …"

Mom responded impatiently: "No need to do that. We know who she is."

Exactly, they knew me well enough.

After being taken back to the pack, I lingered warily, I dared not speak loudly, and observed their faces in case I would be hated. But even so, I did not escape the fate of being bullied by Laurel.

I recalled what happened before I was hanged on the cliff.

Laurel came to my room, getting close to me, and lowered her voice:

"Petra, you should stay in that werewolf slum, rather than dream of being the princess of our pack." She said while she was pouring water on my bed, "Watch clearly how I play fools of those who you care about." She laughed sinisterly, her innocent face twisting grotesquely into malevolence.

I did not understand why she treated me like this when she was the one who was cherished and treasured by my parents and older brother. My wolf was so irritated that I grabbed her hair.

She bumped into my arms and pushed me back, then she screamed out a sharp voice, miserably, "Mom and Dad, save me!"

With a huge thud, the door was kicked open. My parents dashed in with anger, which turned into terror the moment they saw what was behind me. I followed their eyes to turn around, and I saw Laurel standing there with her arms soaked with blood. What's strange was that she was staring at me with the same terror as I was. I looked at the way she was looking, and what was seen was unbelievable.