Chapter 4
“Absolutely not! I will never come back! I’ll keep my word!”
I turned my back on that old den- the place filled with memories–and vowed to erase them all from my heart.
My shadow slowly vanished into the cold, windy night.
Eventually, I stumbled upon an abandoned den, a place coated in dust and littered with old trash.
Under the pale silver glow of the moon, the past came rushing back to me.
Yes… I remembered that once, long ago, I had truly been happy–before Elsa came into my life.
Back then, my parents loved me dearly.
But they were always so busy with work that no one could stay home to take care of me.
So, they sent me to the countryside–to live with my grandparents.
I still remembered the day they left me.
My mother held my face gently between her hands, her eyes full of reluctant affection.
She stroked my cheek softly and whispered:
“Sweetheart, once I finish this task, I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can. Just wait for me, okay?”
So I waited.
One year… two… and by the time they returned, four years had passed.
But they didn’t come back for just me.
Trailing behind them was another little pup.
She was the daughter of one of my father’s fallen warriors.
Her parents had died in a brutal battle against another pack.
My parents, moved by pity, adopted her as their own.
They introduced her to me as my new little sister–Elsa.
And I… I accepted her wholeheartedly.
I treated her as my blood, my family, my own.
But fate was cruel.
On her very first birthday with us, tragedy struck
Her wolf was gravely injured–poisoned by hidden needles sewn into her birthday dress.
She was taken to the infirmary immediately, crying pitifully in my parents‘ arms;
“Mom, Dad, please don’t blame Jenifer. I’m sure she didn’t mean it. Just give her more time–I believe she’ll come to accept me as her real sister.”
From that moment on, I became the “vicious and cruel” pup in my parents‘ eyes.
No matter how many times I tried to explain, they refused to listen.
Their trust in me
-once so warm–vanished like smoke.
One day, I confronted Elsa, asking her why she had framed me.
She smiled–a sweet, innocent smile twisted with malice.
Then she took me to the rooftop.
She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest–like she was begging for comfort-
Then suddenly, she collapsed backward and fell off the roof… just as our parents arrived and saw everything.
That single moment sealed my fate.
They were convinced.
Convinced that I was jealous.
That I had tried to hurt her.
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Since then, even when I wasn’t feeling well and begged not to go to school, she would tell them I was faking it–pretending to be sick just to get attention.
My parents believed her every word.
Even the time she pushed me into the silver mine and left me to die, they refused to believe me.
She and her little followers bullied me constantly.
Yet she always managed to act innocent in front of them–shifting every blame onto me.
And my parents? They always sided with her.
So, once again, I was locked in the cellar like some kind of criminal.
No food. No water. No air.
My wolf became so weak, so fragile,
she couldn’t even resist when they dragged us back to that cursed silver mine.
When I was finally rescued from the mine, my wolf was barely clinging to life.
I tried to mind link with my family–desperately hoping for comfort, even a sliver of concern.
But all I felt… was silence.
They had blocked me out long before.
Cut me off. Erased me.
All because Elsa had already poisoned their minds-
She’d told them I was lying again. That I’d made it all up just to frame her.
And just like that, they chose to believe her lies over my pain.
They didn’t even hesitate.
