Sisters’ Regret After I Left
The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older sisters brought home a fifteen-year-old orphaned boy.
My Alpha sister seized the rare healing herbs I'd spent all my savings on — herbs meant to ease my first shift — and gave them to him instead. "You're strong enough," she growled. "You don't need such precious herbs."
My Beta sister snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!"
I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left.
They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days.
My sisters, finally free of my presence, took the orphan boy on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting.
Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research.
I could never return home.
That night, they fell apart.