Watching My Family Flee from the Basement

When I woke up again, I was lying in an unfamiliar wooden cabin. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my body was so intense that I could not move.An old woman came in carrying a bowl of herbs. “You’re awake.”I forced my eyes to move, focusing on the unfamiliar werewolf before me.She sat on the edge of the bed and checked my wounds. “Kid, I'm the herbalist of the borderlands. I found you by the river three days ago. You were nearly swept away.”I struggled to speak. “The Blood Moon…” She nodded. “Many things happened that night. Your inner wolf awakened, but the silver’s suppression has left it terribly weak. Which pack are you from? Where's your family?”I closed my eyes and said nothing.It was then that the voices of two passersby came from beyond the door.“Did you hear? The Silvermoon Alpha’s daughter is dead.”“It happened on the night of the Blood Moon. I saw the news. The Alpha and his mate were crying their hearts out in front of the cameras.”“Yeah, the Alpha was

After ten years, everything changed. Margaret had given me not only the warmth of a home but also forged me into Blackstone Consortium’s blade. I now commanded the consortium’s shadow division—the hand that dealt with secrets, threats, and everything too dark for the light of day.The frail girl from a decade ago no longer existed. Ruthless training had added eight inches to my height. The awakening of my Silvermoon Wolf had reshaped my body. Even my hair had changed, turning from chestnut to gleaming silver-white.Most important of all, Margaret had hired the best doctors money could buy to erase every scar from my body, including the cigarette burn Emma had left on me as a child.Today was the day of the Werewolf Council’s annual Hunt Festival. I was there as Blackstone’s representative. Emma was there as the Silvermoon Pack’s shining star.In the preparation grounds before the hunt began, she stood surrounded by a flock of admirers.“Emma, your White Wolf bloodline is remar

At that moment, Emma was still clutching our mother’s arm, crying and wailing. “Mom, what are you doing? Make her apologize to me!”However, our mother ignored her. Her eyes were locked on me. Her voice trembled as she asked, “You… You’re… Sophia?”I stared back at her with cold eyes without saying a word.“A moment ago, I sensed a Silvermoon Wolf’s power… You were the one who released it, weren't you?” She took a step closer. “That Silvermoon Wolf aura… Only the royal bloodline carries it… There’s no mistake… You’re Sophia!”I replied with a calm voice, “I’m Selena, the heiress to Blackstone Consortium.”Our mother shook her head. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders. “Turn around!”I frowned and pushed her off.However, she had already seen the small silver mark on the back of my neck, a mark etched into my skin by the moonlight.“The Silvermoon Mark!” Her voice went shrill. “Only a Silvermoon Wolf who awakens on a Blood Moon bears that mark!”Tears welled up in her eyes. “So

Everyone was stunned.“Are you out of your mind?” the chief arbiter snapped. “Do you have any idea what the punishment is for destroying a council artifact?”Emma’s face went chalk-white. She stammered, “I-It slipped out of my hand…”For the past ten years, all the glamor had just been a cover. Deep down, she had always lived in the shadow of being nothing more than a replacement.Every time the pack suffered a setback, our father would drink himself sick and point at her. “If Sophia were still here… If she had truly awakened as a Silvermoon Wolf…”Our mother would often cry late at night, clutching my old belongings and regretting her favoritism.Emma had gone from the beloved daughter to the family's scapegoat, and so she had been fighting desperately to prove her worth.However, now that I had returned, her heart was full of fear—fear of being cast aside and losing everything she had stolen.Emma clung to our mother, sobbing, “Mom, Sophia’s been dead for years! I’m your only

My parents' expressions shifted from ecstatic to bewildered. “You… You remember everything? Then why didn’t you acknowledge us?”I let a cold smile spread across my face. “Of course, I remember. You’re the ones who’ve chosen to forget. How about I remind you of those so-called ‘good times’?“From as far back as I can remember, housework was my daily routine. Sweeping, washing dishes, doing laundry, and cleaning Emma’s room…“The first time she cut me with silverware, do you remember what you said? 'Kids will be kids, Sophia. You need to give in to your little sister.'“She smeared wolfsbane juice all over my training clothes, leaving my skin raw and blistered. And what was your reaction? 'Emma is such a clever child. Imagine knowing how to use herbs at her age.'“I begged to join the Awakening Prep Training, but you said the family had no extra resources and that my constitution was too weak. Yet the moment Emma asked for a private trainer, you brought her three.”With every word