My mother, Helena, saw the blood on my lips, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of pity crossed her eyes. In that instant, I saw the mother who had once loved me.But the next second, Silas's muffled groan of pain grew more urgent, and she hastily averted her gaze, turning to comfort the son who "truly needed her care.""My dear, how do you feel? Do we need to see a healer?"I wiped the blood with the back of my hand and slowly got up from the floor. In the corner was a worn travel bag containing the few clothes I owned. I had already packed.They watched my actions with surprise, followed by biting sarcasm.My father, Gideon, sneered at me."What's this? Throwing a tantrum and running away from home? The pack's discipline is for your own good, Rowan. Why can't you see we're trying to help you?""Do you think running away solves anything?" my mother, Helena, said, her face a blank mask of indifference. "Rowan, you've been like this your whole life, always running from your problems
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