Even though I was the Alpha's daughter, they didn't hold back on saying cruel judgments in front of my face, slapping me with the reality that I had always endured for the past twenty years.On the other hand, my father was only looking at me like he could strike me any minute because of dissatisfaction. He never even defended me to his subordinates before, why would I expect him to defend me now? For the umpteenth time, I feel so small... and useless. I felt like I became even tinier than before and that I could be stomped and forever forgotten. I would never meet their expectations. I would never excel in their eyes because I was born with a stutter and a person like me should always be criticized. “Now that the news about our Alpha’s daughter has been rejected and will spread in Canidae. That was such a disgrace to our pack, Alpha Antonio,” one of the first-ranked betas said calmly, the right hand of my father before darting me a deadpan look. “What are you planning to do now?” “

If there was something I know nothing about, then that would be the existence of the White Stag and its significant purpose. When other regions said that the North Canideans believed in such a legend, I never acknowledged the idea of being one of the high believers because I thought that it was preposterous. The prophecy itself was absurd and unimaginable. That’s why most people in other regions, specifically from the Central, looked down upon us for not accepting change and refusing to adapt to modernization, unlike others who had accepted it long years ago. We, people from the North preferred to call our place Town when all of the regions upgraded theirs into a City. Our houses and infrastructure remained to be just a little wooden hut, our packhouse was some sort of old castle built centuries ago and had never been renovated even once, our clothing is perpetual, staying to be conservative, and we preserved our land by staying the way it was our ancestors left them for us. Almost a

“Any luck?” Mason queried, dodging my attack when I tried to give him a swift jab in the face. He locked my fist in his palm, twisting it, forcing me to veer before pushing me as his defense. Panting, I glowered at him. “Would I be here trying to defeat you if I have?” I didn't wait for Mason to answer and charged through him, aiming to land on his face and followed by a supposed to be knockdown attack. But as quick as Mason, he predicted my offense and sent me back from my position by kicking my lower back, making me slightly wince in pain. Fortunately, I didn't lose my footing but I did felt the pain gnawing in my back. My wolf howled inside me all of a sudden, offering her strength for my assistance. If only I hadn't been attempting to defeat Mason without shifting, I would have let my wolf help me earlier. Defeating Mason is all I have wanted to accomplish since the moment I met him, now that five years had gone by and I still haven't found the White Stag, I just want to prove

My father was smiling. Never once had he offered me a smile before whether it was fake or forced. It was the thing my father couldn't spare for his disappointment child. However, I have to admit that I reached the point when I waited for this day to happen. For the first time in my life, I finally saw him smile at me, yet it never gave me a sense of fulfillment but rage. I have hated him ever since he blamed me for the death of my mother. Even so, sometimes I found myself yearning for his appreciation as his daughter. But now that I have sought exactly what I yearned for so long, I never knew that I didn't need it. At least, not anymore. To me, it was easy to appreciate a person, to purse lips to give someone a smile. Father never had a problem giving it to Aena, but to me... I had to fucking kill an animal just to earn his appreciation. Unbeknownst to me, I got tired from doing a lot of exertion that always ends up being a futile attempt. It wasn’t worth it. I have another purpos

For a moment, I felt like I was struck by lightning. Alexei’s sudden appearance caused my ability to discern things to malfunction. I remained frozen as I gazed down at him, dumbfounded, not knowing what to react, think, or say. I was completely surprised, weighing down all the hatred I felt for him for the last five years.“Alexei...” I murmured, and then hated myself that his name escaped from my lips pretty naturally, as if he had never caused me pain and misery. All of a sudden, I heard haste footsteps from the door and saw Mason arrive by the door, gasping for air with a bruise on his right eye and a cut on his lips, fresh blood scattered on his chin, untidily wiped. I don't have to confirm who caused that wound because there was only one who intruded into the packhouse.Alexei.“Forgive me. I stopped Mister Volkov at the entrance of the packhouse. Unfortunately, I was defeated by the brawl initiated by Mister Volkov and I wasn't able to stop him from ruining today’s...” Mason tr