“You are banished!” He spat out, his words dripping in venom, and he stormed out of my room, but I heard his last whisper. “I hope you die.”
Before I could process his words, two warriors burst inside my room, and they bundled me out of the pack amidst the sneering of everyone.
**
My stomach growled in protest, and I rubbed my belly, walking further into the forest in search of food, when I lost my footstep and fell down, blacking out.
I woke up in an unfamiliar place, the stench of antiseptic and blood so strong that it almost had me gagging.
“I see you are awake.” The man said, his eyes filled with compassion as he looked at me. “I am sorry, but I have bad news.”
I didn’t even react when he talked, when he told me I was terminally ill and would likely die. I have been living without a wolf for so long that it was bound to happen.
I think my brother was right; maybe I was truly cursed.
**
I stood in front of the packhouse I once grew up in. Samuel had worked tirelessly for the pack, and he had refurbished the pack, and even now I could hear the loud music blasting from the common room in honor of his birthday.