Chapter seventy six

He looked up to see which of the guards had spoken and he set his gaze on the man when he realized that he didn't know who he was.

Sam removed his hands from his pockets and shook his head. He knew that his father would punish him but he hadn't counted on his father throwing him out of the pack just because he missed the blood moon celebration.

If he couldn't even get into the mansion or even see his father, then all his efforts had gone to naught. He had starved himself and wore dirty clothes, all for nothing.

No, he couldn't afford to let that happen. He would have to look for a solution to the problem at hand. If he got thrown out of the pack, that would make him a lone wolf and in the werewolf world, a lone wolf was a spoil and they were fair game for hunting.

He couldn't let that horrible fate befall him he thought. When he saw his mother appear in the window, he got an idea. Sam sat on the floor and began to scream.

"Mother! Father! Mother! Father!" He kept screaming for both