Prologue"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item on display is our cheapest auction item, with a starting price of 50 gold coins."A black cloth lifted, and a huge rusty iron cage was revealed. I was kneeling on all fours inside the cage, with a heavy chain tied around my neck.The blinding spotlight converged on me, and my tears spilled out of my eyes uncontrollably.Countless werewolves wearing clown masks sat in the circular stands, pointing at me, the cheapest auction item."Give me a discount. 40 gold coins! Look at her huge belly. She's pregnant. Non-virgins aren't worth much!""But she's pretty," the host with a fake smile grabbed my hair and yanked it back, forcing me to raise my head and show my face to everyone, "Look at her beautiful face. If she were a virgin, her starting bid would surely be more than 10,000 gold coins.""Minimum 50 gold coins, no bargaining. I guarantee it's a good deal. She is expected to give birth in half a month. If she has a baby girl, then you will hav

**Elizabeth's POV** * They had ruined everything. I would have had a perfect birthday party if those rogues had not shown up. I could not see my dad. I did not know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I wanted to run over to find my dad, but the Alpha of the Black River Pack stopped me. "Danger! Don't come any closer." "Brandon, take care of the little girl." "Austin, this fight is dangerous. You stay here and stick with Brandon. Don't barge into the battle area." " Others, follow me!" With a command, the Alpha of Black River Pack led the warriors to rush up and fight with the rogues. Brandon, the gentle boy of the twins, pulled me away from the battlefield and hid behind a tree. He reassured me, who was trembling all over, by saying, "Don't worry. My father will beat those rogues." Austin, the arrogant and stern boy, glanced at us and said disdainfully, " Just stay here, you two cowards. A brave man always steps into battle." "Austin, Father told you to stay with me,

**Elizabeth's POV** * I am not a docile sheep, but I know that now is not a good time to fight back. I can not expose my fangs and claws early until I become strong enough, or I might risk losing them. And the moment I become strong enough is the day I get my wolf. Usually, werewolves get their wolves at age 16. But I was two months away from my 18th birthday, and my wolf did not appear. They all laugh at me for being one of those unlucky guys who was born without a wolf, but I know I am not. I have read some books. In one book it was written that some werewolves who suffered misfortune at an early age and it caused their wolf to awaken late. The latest example on record was 18 years old. I have faith in myself. I will get my wolf and get strong power on my birthday. Then, I will take revenge. I never forgot that it was the Black River Pack Alpha who killed my father. I never forget-An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And, a life for a life. But until then, I will try

**Elizabeth's POV** * Oh no! I had totally pissed him off! I turned to run. Austin yanked me by the hair and dragged me into his arms. "You want to run away after messing with me? Do you know the cost of pissing me off?" Austin aimed the spoon at my eyes. It had touched my eyelashes. "No, no..." I mouthed the word with silence. Someone barged in just as I was closing my eyes in fear. "So you are here! Elizabeth!" Brandon drunkenly pushed open the door, "I have been looking for you for a long time." Brandon acted like he was completely blind to Austin as he handed me an empty bottle, "Go get me some booze." "Get out of here, drunkard!" Austin shouted angrily at his brother. "Oh Austin, you are also here," Brandon smirked and tug Austin's arm, "Come on, lend her to me for a while, it will not take too long." Austin shrugged off Brandon's hand in annoyance, "can not you see I am punishing her?" "I can SEE but I do not care. I want a drink now. I want her to buy me a drink rig

**Elizabeth's POV** * The teacher's growl once again surprised me out of my dream. This time, without waiting for an apology, the teacher pointed at the door and said, "Get out!" I sighed, grabbed my textbook and notebook and walked out of the classroom. To be honest, I really cherished the opportunity to go to school. But last night Abby asked me to catch mosquitoes for her. I only got a total of three hours of sleep. With my severe lack of sleep, it was really hard for me to stay awake during such a boring class. Can you believe the teacher was just teaching us addition and subtraction? I will be 18 soon, not 8. But we are still learning the elementary school curriculum so far. Our class is what is a so-called special class. Most of my classmates are werewolves with mental deficiencies, or mute like me, or deaf and dumb like Carolina. Carolina and I had previously studied in normal classes. However, out of jealousy, Abby asked Luna to put us in special classes. She said that