The moment the words left my mouth, the room fell silent.Mom stared at me in shock. My brother, Theo Hawthorne, set down the blade he had been polishing and snorted. "What kind of obedient act are you putting on?"Then, he turned to Mom and said, "Mom, she's manipulative. Don't believe a single word she says."Neither of them believed I could've changed my mind so easily. After all, I had never been the kind of she-wolf who accepted defeat.During every hunting competition our pack held, I always fought desperately to bring back more game than anyone else.I never skipped a combat battle, even when every opponent was a powerful werewolf capable of leaving me bruised and battered.I worked a thousand times harder than everyone else. Day and night, I trained my fighting skills. I studied medicine, diplomacy, and everything that was relevant.Some werewolves seemed to receive everything in life without ever lifting a finger. Why was it that no matter how hard I worked, I ended up
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