Semua Bab They Call Me Back, but I Was Gone: Bab 1 - Bab 9

To help the pack build and sustain the blood station, I personally led blood donations twice a year without fail.This time, after donating blood, my wolf felt lightheaded and weak, so I allowed myself a short rest at home.But in less than half a day, I was bombarded with accusations from werewolf patients."You heartless she-wolf! All you know is how to enjoy yourself at home while ignoring patients who desperately need care! You should be held responsible for the lives lost because of your absence!""No wonder you didn't stay in your rich, well-organized home pack! You came here just because no one could control you—so you could lie in bed all day, doing nothing. Don't you feel ashamed taking the salary we give you while patients suffer?"Watching those patients stirring up trouble from the infirmary all the way to my den, I could only let out a cold, bitter smile.I never expected to be shamed like this—especially when my salary here is the lowest among all the packs. Most importan

Looking back on these past two years, I worked day and night—on call 24 hours a day, without rest. No matter how tired I was, as long as someone needed help, I dragged myself to their side. I was the only healer in this entire pack. There was no one to cover for me, no one to lean on. Everything—every wound stitched, every life saved—depended on me alone.I never asked for gratitude. I never expected recognition. But I didn't expect this either—that they wouldn't believe a single word I said. That they'd repay me with suspicion, slander, and scorn.I had to admit it: my two years of dedication here… was nothing more than a cruel joke.Then, as if to prove the gods had no mercy left for me, an old wolf, trembling and hunched over a cane, approached me. He banged his stick against the door and barked:"Ignore all that noise. What matters now is me—take my blood pressure, immediately!"Though every fiber in me screamed to walk away, I knew too well—if I didn't obey, they'd just twist it a

Those patients were still threatening me with sharp, venomous words and unreasonable demands.Some even dared to warn me—if I refused to donate my blood, they would make sure I could never work as a healer again.I didn't bother to explain anymore.I just stood there, silent, calm, and pulled out my phone to call the werewolf police.James's eyes turned bloodshot the moment he saw me dialing."Is this how you treat your patients now? We're here for treatment, and you call the cops?!"After I hung up, I forced a smile onto my face—bitter, polite, but cold."If you're here for treatment, you're welcome to queue up in the hall like everyone else. I'll treat every illness with the same care.But if you're here to stir chaos, I have every right to protect myself. And I will."Then I called the guard and asked him to escort them out of my office.No matter how loudly they cursed or shouted, I didn't respond.What I needed to do now... was wait.Let the police handle it.The other healers wer

His behavior soon triggered protests from the patients.They questioned, "Why should we wait on a healer when illnesses don't follow a schedule?"But honestly, his request wasn't unreasonable—it was a standard working schedule for any healer.The only reason they couldn't tolerate it was because of me.I had spoiled them—I never refused a patient, no matter what time it was, day or night.They got used to my kindness, and now they couldn't accept anything less.Worse still, Vincent was a complete novice. He didn't even gain proper experience in healing werewolves during school.He was merely the first medical graduate in the Rogue Pack, and the director had no choice but to place him there after I left.As a result, he often made critical mistakes—once, he gave the wrong herbs, and someone almost died because of it.On top of that, he posted a treatment and medicine price list right on the desk, with prices calculated down to the cent.Patients were outraged, saying the costs were outr

After saying this, I went into my den, ignoring the crowd still standing outside, shouting and begging.Once inside, I could hear them blaming one another, their voices rising as they shoved and quarreled."This is all your fault, Jessica! If you hadn't forced Lily to go to your den to treat your grandson, none of this would've happened. Now your grandson has to go to another pack's infirmary!""My fault? Are you kidding me? Your son got into an accident and you barged in here, demanding Lily donate her blood! You caused chaos in her infirmary, and now you're blaming me? You shameless old bastard!"The oldest wolf banged his stick on the ground and shouted to silence them:"Enough! Do you really think Lily will come back if we just yell outside her den like this? We need to calm down and figure out a real solution!"But another scoffed with a sneer:"Oh please, don't act righteous now. You clearly had high blood pressure for years, but you turned around and claimed Lily lied about it—j