Chapter 5
Lucas, focused on tormenting my son, failed to notice the pair of glowing green wolf eyes silently closing in from deep within the
forest.
They bared their sharp fangs, aiming straight for Lucas’s neck.
Andrew trembled in pain, but still shouted, “Lucas, watch out behind you!”
Lucas dodged the deadly fangs, his eyes wide with terror as he looked back at the lone wolves.
The lone wolves emerged from the darkness, their massive forms lunging toward the helpless cubs.
Without thinking, Lucas pushed his companions aside to buy time, while he screamed and turned to flee..
His cowardly actions were a sharp contrast to the brave heroism his award had implied.
Just as the lone wolves were about to feast on the cubs, Andrew, still nailed to a cross, suddenly erupted with immense strength.
He broke free from the trap, though silver nails remained embedded in his body, and his blood–soaked wounds were horrific to
behold.
He rushed over to protect the captured cubs, while his back was pierced by one of the lone wolves.
Andrew, though still young and injured, was agile enough to hold off the lone wolves, giving the other cubs a chance to flee.
The ensuing battle was unbearable to watch. I had to close my eyes in pain.
It was then that Anthony arrived. His wolf howl scared off all the lone wolves!
Andrew collapsed in relief, as if redeemed, and finally allowed himself to relax and fall to the ground. The moonlight filtered through the dense trees of the dark forest and fell on his face.
He smiled, knowing his father had arrived.
He thought he would live.
But what he didn’t know was that his father had never intended to save him.
Anthony easily believed Lucas’s lie–that Andrew had fled, running away like a rabbit.
When Anthony experienced Andrew’s memories, he suddenly fell to his knees, trembling in pain. The proud Alpha of the pack
knelt on the ground, broken.
And I, almost unable to bear the agony myself, felt a hand gently steady my waist. It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains
Pack, standing behind me.
His voice was filled with sorrow, “When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect… A ten–year- old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father… and forced to watch himself bleed to death.”
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Andrew’s final memories were of waiting for death.
Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken
over by Lucas.
Before he died, the bond of blood had allowed him to hear his Alpha father’s judgment:
“Your son is truly ‘outstanding,‘ daring to enter a lone wolf den when he’s still as weak as a pup!”
“Lucas risked his life to save him, nearly getting pierced by a silver blade! And what did Andrew do? He turned tail and ran!”
“I will not acknowledge such a weak bloodline! From today, his claim to the inheritance is revoked!”
When Andrew’s memories ended, the reward ceremony was terrifyingly quiet. The occasional sobs from the she–wolves were the
only sound.
Anthony remained kneeling, his face ashen. His clenched fists bled from the pressure, realizing that all his harsh words had been
heard by his son.
How much pain and despair had Andrew felt when he died?
Suddenly, a voice shouted, “Lucas does not deserve the Warrior’s Medal! His evil deeds are beyond even the Moon Goddess’s
forgiveness!”
Other werewolves chimed in, “Yes, such a vicious pup should be thrown into the dark forest and let the lone wolves devour his
bones!”
Ali the werewolves turned their gaze to Lucas, their eyes full of judgment.
Lucas shrieked in fear, wetting himself in terror, “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”
