Semua Bab A shewolf in distress: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Henrietta’s POV:Last night, my brother and I, along with about twenty other werewolves, arrived in the North. We were all asylum seekers, seeking refuge and relief that the North could offer us. In the morning, just as we expected, we were discovered lying in the bushes by the Northern patrol soldiers and they interrogated us. After scrutinizing us and confirming that we were really asylum seekers, they led us into the Northern city. As we passed into the mighty brown gates of the North, I heaved my second sigh of relief and looked at my brother. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Surely, our lives are about to get better. The patrol soldiers took us to the welfare home and handed us over to the welfare officials to sign us in.“So, tell me, girl, what is your name and who is this boy that is clinging to you like this?” a man, one of the welfare officials, asked me.“Sir, my name is Henrietta and this is my younger brother, Benji. I mean Benjamin.”“And where are you coming from?

Henrietta's POV:I didn't lie when I told Sir Cornel that I and my brother became strays three years ago. But I did lie when I told him that I couldn't remember anything from my life before becoming a stray. My brother and I were the illegitimate children of Alpha Adam, the Alpha of Highbrow pack in the South. He and my mum, Sherry, had a secret relationship which produced me and my brother. Because my dad was already married and his Luna was a fierce woman who would not hesitate to kill my mother and us if we were ever discovered, we had to stay hidden. But dad really loved us. He always made out time to come visit us and be with us. I remember crying and complaining to him once because we couldn't go to his own house to stay but dad calmed me down, telling me that very soon, we would be able to come see him in his house. I believed these words until when I turned eight. It was on the day of my eight birthday that I realized just how complicated our ties with my father was and ho

Henrietta's POV:Two years into becoming a stray wolf, I had managed to get my hands on ink which I used to alter the Highbrow symbol that my brother and I bore on our arms. I did it to protect us, to avoid recognition in case any Northerner comes across us, for if we were discovered, my brother and I would be killed. The Northerners were as cruel just as they were kind. In fact I believed that if they knew that a pack they had blacklisted and thought to have ended, still existed, and worse, we were the Alpha's children, the tragedy my brother and I would face would be indescribable.Even when I decided to come to the North with my brother, I looked at our symbols and sure enough, they were still as altered as I had made them.But now, to my shock and confusion, the ink was washing away and our real mark was being conspicuous again.“Dear god, do you really want to finish us? Why do you hate us so much?”, I cried.The next few weeks after this discovery were the worst weeks of my lif