"Maybe everyone in the pack thought that I am just a stupid bitch. But, I should never show them who I really am."I walked slowly in the deepest and darkest forest by myself. I can't let such misfortunes happened again and again, I need to make my move.I stood in the heart of the dense forest, shrouded in darkness, giving a quiet directive to one of the omegas who I called there secretly. "Go, quietly observe Alpha Magnus and report back to me everything you see."The nimble omega nodded, disappearing into the night with a promise of discretion. My heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited their return.It didn't take long for the omega to reappear, her breath quickened. "Alpha Magnus was near the village, watching the movements around your mother's house. He seemed... concerned."Relief and tension warred within me. "What??? He observed my old house? what else did you see?" I asked, urgency creeping into my voice."Apparently he went there to look for you, but afterwards, he didn'

The news of Magnus' relentless search for me had spread like wildfire through the pack, creating an atmosphere of tension that clung to every corner of the Black Fur territory. Whispers and hurried conversations echoed through the dense forest, carried by the wind like the ominous rustling of leaves before a tempest. The pack members exchanged wary glances, their usual camaraderie replaced by an undercurrent of suspicion and unease.Amidst the palpable anxiety, the realization that Magnus, the formidable Alpha, sought me sent ripples of fear through the pack. My whereabouts had become a puzzle, and the urgency of the search heightened the tension that hung thick in the air. The scent of uncertainty wafted through the territory, leaving an indelible mark on the very essence of the pack.It wasn't long before Elder Darius, a figure of ageless wisdom, appeared at my doorstep. His arrival was a prelude to the storm that had been set into motion, and the gravity of the situation etched lin

"Your cooking always taste wonderfull Aunt Ruth."After a satisfying lunch prepared by Aunt Ruth, she gently tapped my shoulder, her warm smile inviting. "Sabrina, dear, would you mind helping me bring some food to the orphanage in our pack?"I nodded, a sense of purpose filling me. "Of course, Aunt Ruth. I'd be happy to help."We gathered food supplies and some used warm blankets, making our way to the Silver Fang Pack's orphanage. The air was crisp, and the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.As we walked towards the orphanage, Aunt Ruth began to share some insights. "Sabrina, I thought you should know that these children at the orphanage are the sons and daughters of werewolves who have fallen on the battlefield or died in natural disasters."My heart sank at the gravity of their stories. "That's heartbreaking," I murmured.Aunt Ruth nodded solemnly. "Yes, dear. It's our duty to support them and bring a bit of joy into their lives whenever we can. Many have faced challenges

In the quiet hours of the evening, when the moon hung in the sky like a comforting lantern, a melancholy settled within me. The shadows of the past lingered, and the echoes of gossip still reverberated in my mind. In an attempt to find solace, I decided to reach out to the one person who had always been a source of guidance – my father.Uncle Felix's house was filled with subdued sounds as I made my way to his room, hoping to find a moment of privacy. With a deep breath, I dialed my father's number, the anticipation building with each ring."Hello?" His voice, a familiar melody, flowed through the phone."Dad, it's me, Sabrina," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."Sabrina! How are you, my dear?" His warmth traveled through the phone, a balm to my troubled soul."I'm okay, Dad," I hesitated, the weight of unspoken words lingering. "How's everything at the Black Fur Pack?"There was a pause, a moment where the connection seemed to bridge the distance between us. "Things are goin

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, I made my way back to the Silver Fang Pack territory," I murmured to myself, my steps steady but my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "The shaman's revelation weighs heavily on me," I admitted quietly, my thoughts consumed by the prospect of finding a cure for my curse. "But perhaps, just perhaps, there's a glimmer of hope on the horizon," I mused, feeling a newfound determination stir within me. "If there's even a chance of breaking free from this curse, I'll pursue it with all I have," I resolved, my heart swelling with a mix of anticipation and resolve.Upon reaching my doorstep, I noticed a figure standing in the fading light, waiting patiently. It was the shaman, his weathered face illuminated by the soft glow of twilight. Surprise flickered in my eyes as I approached him."Shaman," I greeted him, my voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What brings you here?"The shaman turned to face me, his gaze