Chapter 3
Madeline
I sat on a chair with my arms crossed across my chest, trying to show that I was not shaken and
appear confident. Meanwhile, re, the elderly she-wolf whom everybody respected took out a first aid
box from a cab.
She had dragged me away from the fight and away from my savior. I had never seen him before but
then I had never really met anyone, not outside my pack at least.
My pack…strange that I thought of these people as my pack. But then, I didn’t really have anywhere to
go.
While I was deep in thoughts, re outstretched her hands in front of me, asking me to give mine in
hers.
“The sooner you listen to me, the sooner I will be able to heal you.”
Knowing that she was speaking the truth, I extended my pale hands in front of her. She made a
disapproving sound before pulling out the antiseptic and cotton.
“Tsk tsk…when are you going to stand up to Steve?”
I swallowed back tears as I thought of an answer, even she knew I cannot go against a werewolf even
if he was an omega as I have no wolf. My physical strength wasn’t that great either.
As such, I only shrugged my shoulders and answered, “I am trying to re but I was not really trained
because most of the werewolves of my pack too felt that a wolfless girl was a burden on them.”
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“Only my mother used to think that I will be ate bloomer but looks like nobody believes that
anymore…”
I know I was wallowing in self-pity but then I needed to vent out my frustration. I had been enduring the
torture and abuse of the pack members, basically, all the male werewolves who thought that female
werewolves were good for nothing except giving birth to cubs and giving them an heir.
Only re, the oldest she-wolf, would be nice to me but she was old and wasn’t strong enough to
stand against the others.
While she administered the antiseptic after cleaning my wounds, she muttered, “You need to start
standing up for yourself kiddo. You aren’t a four-year kid anymore. You are now…seventeen?”
I nodded my head at that, “I will turn eighteen in a month from now.”
Most pack members awakened their wolf when they turned sixteen but I was yet to awaken one despite
being seventeen. If my mother was right I was ate bloomer and the chances of me awakening my
wolf on my eighteenth birthday were high.
Though I wasn’t too sure about it. By the time, re was done with cleaning the wounds and healing
me, it was pretty early in the morning.
I recalled that I was on kitchen duty for the day and that I had to cook breakfast. Recalling that, I
hurriedly got up from the chair but re sensed my urgency and tried to calm me down.
“Don’t worry, Garron, Peter, and Steve have all left for some work. As such, you don''t need to cook an
borate meal. We will just serve bread butter and tea or coffee for the rest of us. I am sure nobody
would mind.”
I sagged in relief to hear that.
I wasn’t really feeling good enough to cook much less stand on my feet. Though re insisted that I do
no work, I got up and helped prepare the bread while she prepared tea and coffee.
In less than fifteen minutes, we were done and I carried a huge te of bread butter to the packhouse
where we served breakfast every day.
As I was returning from the packhouse to the kitchen, I saw something brush past the far end of
Steve’s house. I blinked a little and squinted my eyes to see what it was and even looked around but
there was nothing.
Thinking that it was a trick of my mind, I headed back to thergemon kitchen to carry the second
te. There were only a handful of members left behind but I didn’t want anyone toin to Garron
or Steve that I hadn’t provided adequate food.
Hence, I went ahead and my hands were about to pick therge tray when again I heard a noise.
Startled, I turned around and my finger cut itself against the knife I hadid on the kitchen counter after
slicing the loaves of bread evenly.
A drop of red blood oozed out of the finger and I winced though my attention was at the window that
was thrown open. I could see trees and leaves rustling so while I was busy looking out for who was
there and if Steve had suddenly returned, I felt a hand gently wrap its fingers around my wrist.
Turning around, I saw the same man who had saved me earlier.
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Hayden
I was feeling restless after the situation back home and now that I had met Garron my mood had
dipped further. Adding to the fact that there was a girl somewhere here who was bruised, afraid and in
need of help made my restlessness increase further.
Even Luke was with me and didn’t grumble when I decided to head towards Garron’s territory again. I
knew I was testing my luck by invading his territory twice but my instincts told me that I at least needed
to see if the girl was doing okay.
Thus, I went ahead and slipped in through the woods like earlier. Luckily, all of the werewolves were
farther away to even notice me. As I peeked in through the window, I saw the girl’s abdomen covered in
bandages and her cheeks red.
Her eyes looked swollen and puffed but still, she was smiling and doing work. I didn''t know what
overcame me when she flinched at something.
Afraid that she had hurt herself again, I walked in and saw that indeed, she had cut her finger. While
she was debating what to do, I gently held her hand and turned her to look at me.
"It''s okay, don''t worry," I tried to assure her while praying that she won''t scream. Luckily, she didn''t and
only kept looking at me. Her hand was still in mine and her pale skin was almost translucent.
I could see the bluish-green veins below it. Caressing her wrist with my thumb, I gently rubbed her
hand, trying to help her calm down. Her face was innocent and beautiful. she had long hair that
cascaded down her shoulders, big round eyes that shone with hope and milky white skin.
There were many beautiful girls I had seen in my life, girls of all shapes and sizes but she looked
different. And the fact that despite being injured and abused, she was trying to forget all of it made me
feel that she would turn into a brave werewolf one day.
Her eyes darted to my hand that was still holding hers loosely. Raising it to my face, I closed my lips
around her bleeding finger while she immediately looked away, apparently feeling shy at the contact.
That is when I realized what I was doing.
Quickly letting go of her hand, I tried to ask, “Are you okay?”
She simply nodded, too shy to even look me in the eye. I saw that there were minor scratches and cuts
on her face and neck too.
A question that had been bothering me made its way out of my mouth before I could stop myself, “Why
aren’t you healing yet? You look of age to me.”
My question was meant to be sincere but it made her sadder than she initially was. Though she tried to
hide it and answered me.
“I…haven’t turned yet…” She added in a very low voice while studying the floor and that is when it
clicked to me. Of why she had been unable to heal on her own...
"Her voice was soft and sweet just like her face," Luke tried to suddenly tease me and I asked him to
shut up in my head.
“Oh”
That was all I could say. The kitchen went eerily silent for a minute and I thought of ways to break the
ice when I heard a voice.
“Madeleine, do you need help?”
That voice made here to her senses, and she only whispered, “thank you” before heading out with
the te in her hand without another backward nce.
So, I knew two things about her. One, her name was Madeleine, and another, she had yet to turn. I had
yet toe across someone who hadn’t awakened their wolf at sixteen.
She was an anomaly.
"Interesting," Luke said again.
Little did I know that she was going to change my life forever and was going to be the reason for me to
risk everything I had earned or cherished in my life.
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