Chapter 18

Flashback

I was sixteen when I returned home from school one day only to find my mother crying. Crouched on the floor, she was holding someone's body in her hands while she bellowed in agony. My body stilled at the scene in front of me. I couldn't move a limb in my body.

My dad was lying in her arms all covered in blood. His neck was cut open with crimson blood still seeping out. The pain that my mother was suffering from broke me. I couldn't bear to see her in this condition anymore and just moved to my room to cry my eyes out for her loss. I don't know why I was never that close to my father. Something always kept me on edge. I knew he was a werewolf and my mother was a human, but that never explained the fact why I was a white wolf. How could I be when my dad was only a normal werewolf? Where did I get those traits from?

End of flashback

"You... you're alive," I finally said after recovering from my shock. It was more of a statement than a question. I couldn't believe my eyes.