All Chapters of The Pack's Doomsday Prophetess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Ever since I was little, I could see the red death countdown numbers the Moon Goddess etched above people's heads.The first time I saw one, I had pointed at Uncle Leroy, a Beta in our pack, and shouted, "The numbers above your head are counting down! Don't go to the East Coast! You'll die!"He just scoffed, dismissing my words as a child's silly curse.The next day, he walked straight into an ambush at the docks and ended up dead in the cargo stacks.The second time, I grabbed my Alpha father's sleeve, trembling with panic. "Dad, you have numbers over your head, too! Please don't go to the peace talks! You'll die!"Dad's expression darkened as he scolded me for bringing bad luck. He attended the peace talks anyway.But the peace talks were a trap, set up by an insider who betrayed him.In the end, Dad stayed behind alone to cover the pack's retreat. His heart was pierced by an enemy's silver bullet, his blood staining the whole river red.When the pack found his body, his open

The tail lights disappeared at the end of the road. With them, the tiny flicker of hope left inside me died, leaving my chest feeling like it was filled with ice water.I thumped my tight chest, right as my stomach let out a loud rumble.Torn between pain and hunger, I turned around and headed to the kitchen to scavenge for food.On the freezing countertop lay only half a loaf of stale, rock-hard rye bread meant for the hounds.I wolfed it down, yet my empty stomach kept growling.A wolf attendant passed by and gave me a disgusted side-eye.Seeing the bread in my hand, she let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my, why are you eating that, Ms. Judith? That's meant for the hounds!"Alpha Aaron and Ms. Freya left early this morning, so the kitchen didn't prepare anything for you. Would you like me to whip up something now?"She looked completely put out, making me frown.This family had no place for me, and even the attendants could humiliate me.I gave a bitter smile, declined her f

Aaron sounded like he was actually laughing from anger. Known for his usual composure, he snapped furiously for once. "You're really ridiculous! You're actually cursing yourself to die just to ruin Freya's birthday?"We're not falling for your tricks. Stop ruining Freya's birthday with your nonsense. If you want to die so badly, go right ahead. Nobody's stopping you. That way our family will finally have one less problem."At those words, the phone receiver in my hand clattered onto the floor.A wave of despair and heartbreak washed over me, turning even the thought of speaking into excruciating agony.I gathered every last shred of strength to try and offer one final explanation, only to hear Freya's laugh on the other end of the line. "Aaron, come over and make a wish!"The next second, the call disconnected. The dull dial tone shattered my heart into pieces."Why don't you believe me… Why won't you give me even just one chance…"My belated, choked sob ended up as nothing more

I floated behind Brian, watching as he pushed open that wooden door he hadn't stepped through in over a decade.The moment the door swung open, Brian trembled all over, as if unable to believe this was the place I had lived in for over ten years.It was tiny and dimly lit, wretched enough to look like a beggar's shack.Everything inside was beat-up beyond recognition, except for a polished wooden box on the desk that stood out noticeably.He reached out and opened it.The next second, he froze completely.Lying inside the box was a leather holster stitched back together with fine thread.It was the coming-of-age gift I had stayed up three nights straight to sew for him when I was ten years old.He clearly remembered throwing it away. How was it still here?Brian picked up the holster, running his fingers over the rough, uneven stitches. It was as if through those threads he could see my head bowed, carefully cherishing it.He kept digging through the box, only to find many ot

On the day of the funeral, only my three brothers were there, along with the lady from the photo studio and the fries vendor who had shown me kindness.Brian placed the mended old holster in front of the tombstone. "Judith, I was an absolute bastard. I'm going to wear the gift you made me for the rest of my life."Cory laid down a brand-new Moon Goddess Amulet. "Judith, I'm so sorry. I'll never lock you up again. I hope you can live a happy life in your next one."Aaron stood there for a long, long time before finally leaning down and whispering, "I'm sorry."The wind blew over the graveyard's green grass, rustling softly like someone letting out a quiet sigh.They all turned toward the wind, speaking in unison. "Judith, is that you?"I was indeed in the wind, but they just couldn't see me.I waved at them gently and whispered with a smile, "It's okay."Even though they couldn't hear me, I knew these words weren't just for them.They were for myself too. It was okay now. The p