I was infected with silver dust corrosion after falling into a silver mine ten days ago. The healer strongly requested that I receive treatment at the infirmary. 

However, when I arrived, I was told that all the healers had been dispatched to the front lines—the pack was at war with neighboring clans.

I had no choice but to turn to my parents for help.

After my mind-link was rejected for the twentieth time, I clutched my corrosion report and dragged myself to the Werewolf Council.

“Hello. I’d like to request the removal of all my personal records from the pack database… in advance.”

The councilor gave me a sympathetic glance and asked softly,

“Poor little child. Don’t you have any family members to stay by your side?”

Just as the words left her mouth, my parents stormed in—trailing behind them, Elsa.

My dad didn’t even hesitate.

The moment he saw me, he exploded—

No hesitation.

No questions.

No chance for me to explain.

He jabbed a finger in my face and roared,

“You pulled this pathetic stunt just to outshine Elsa and steal our attention?”