All Chapters of They Banished Me from the Pack—Now They're Howling for Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I didn’t return home out of longing—I came to pack what little was left of me. But when I stepped inside, I realized there was nothing worth remembering.I had always lived in the warehouse—the smallest, dampest, darkest corner they could spare. There were only old clothes inside, and even those were just hand-me-downs no one else wanted. Elsa’s dressing room was three times the size of mine. Everything she no longer wanted ended up in my room—like I was nothing more than a dumping ground.When I finished packing, my phone rang. It was the tomb keeper.“Hello, Jennifer. You asked me to reserve the grave you picked, remember? If you come by with the silver coins soon and book it, I’ll keep it for you. Otherwise, someone else might take it.”I chose a grave just a week ago.It was quiet, wrapped in moonflowers and white roses—the kind of peace my wolf always dreamed of. She said she wanted to rest there, far away from this cruel, bitter world.But now… her dream will never come true.A p

“Absolutely not! I will never come back! I’ll keep my word!”I turned my back on that old den—the place filled with memories—and vowed to erase them all from my heart.My shadow slowly vanished into the cold, windy night.Eventually, I stumbled upon an abandoned den, a place coated in dust and littered with old trash.Under the pale silver glow of the moon, the past came rushing back to me.Yes... I remembered that once, long ago, I had truly been happy—before Elsa came into my life.Back then, my parents loved me dearly.But they were always so busy with work that no one could stay home to take care of me.So, they sent me to the countryside—to live with my grandparents.I still remembered the day they left me.My mother held my face gently between her hands, her eyes full of reluctant affection.She stroked my cheek softly and whispered:“Sweetheart, once I finish this task, I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can. Just wait for me, okay?”So I waited.One year... two... and by the ti

A sharp silence.Then—“What? What are you talking about?”My father’s voice trembled, barely coherent.“What happened to my daughter?”For the first time, real panic flooded their eyes.“Has… has Jenifer really died?” my mother whispered, her voice cracking, almost inaudible.“Was she really suffering from silver dust corrosion? Did we… did we truly misunderstand her?”Without another word, my father shifted into his wolf and bolted, my mother following right behind, both racing toward the graveyard.“You're late,” the gravekeeper said solemnly as they arrived, out of breath.“Your daughter died hours ago. She had chosen a grave for herself, but she couldn’t afford it—she had no silver coins.”“You’re lying!” my father bellowed, fury overtaking grief.“You’re just saying this to help her fool us again!”Blinded by rage, he grabbed the gravekeeper by the collar and tore it apart.“This is all we found in her pocket,” the keeper said quietly, handing them a single photograph.It was a p