Chapter 14 Mom’s Keepsake
Eason’s POV:
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It had been three days. I stood outside the ward, listening to the doctors‘ murmurs, my emotions tangled.
“She’s like she’s blessed by the moon,” one doctor said in amazement. “Even as an Omega, her healing is on par with an Alpha.”
I stepped inside and saw Susan sitting on the bed, her head down as she gently rubbed a wolf fang bracelet on her wrist.
Her small frame seemed even more delicate in the stark white room, as if a breeze could blow her away.
“Susan,” I called softly, placing my hand on her head. She flinched slightly under my touch.
Her hair was silky, carrying a faint scent of pheromones that sent heat through my veins. Despite being an Omega, she was indeed my destined mate.
All eight of us brothers had agreed–when the time came, Susan would choose one of us as her mate.
“What’s wrong?” I asked gently, my eyes catching the bracelet.
I had never seen it before. Each fang shone with a cool glow, holding an aura of mystery. I knew for sure she didn’t have it when she was brought into the emergency room.
Susan looked up, her eyes red–rimmed, voice soft as a breeze. “Uncle Eason, can you help me get my things back from the Grayclaw Tribe?”
Her words caught me off guard. Susan had been treated like a slave there, always using cast- off items. What could she possibly want to retrieve?
“You don’t need those old things,” I said, trying to comfort her. “I’ll buy you anything you want. Right now, if you’d like.”
Her lips quivered, and her eyes filled with tears that refused to fall. Her voice was barely a whisper as she said, “They were Mom’s …”
My chest tightened.
Anything Jenny left behind had to be precious to Susan.
The door opened and Ivan entered. His towering resence filled the room his evnreccion
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I hurriedly explained, “It’s not me! Susan’s belongings are still at the Grayclaw Tribe.”
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I didn’t dare mention that her things might already be lost. The last thing I wanted was to make her cry. Who knew what those people had done with her things?
Ivan softened, crouching down to meet Susan’s gaze. “Susan, I’ll get you new things. I’ll buy anything you want as much as you like.”
I shook my head and whispered, “Ivan, they’re keepsakes from Jenny.”
His expression shifted, a shadow of pain crossing his face.
Our sister, Jenny–her loss was a wound none of us had truly healed from.
“Then we’ll go get them,” Ivan said firmly. “Whether they’re still there or not, we need to try.”
I nodded, ready to head out when Susan’s small voice spoke up, “Uncle Ivan … I want to go
too.”
Her tone was soft, but there was a resolve in her words.
Ivan looked at me, then nodded. “Alright, we’ll all go.”
I took Susan’s hand in mine.
I didn’t know if her things would still be there. But even if they weren’t, I’d search every inch of Grayclaw Tribe until I found them.
Frank’s POV:
The Grayclaw Tribe was a mess. My father and I sat on the worn–out couch in our crumbling living room, unkempt and defeated.
What was once a grand home was now nothing but ruins. Everything of value had been taken.
The walls that used to boast our tribe’s pride were bare, with only dust and broken remnants left behind. In the mirror, I barely recognized myself–scruffy, hollow–eyed, like a ghost haunting its house.
Mom was sobbing beside us,“Frank, why did you sell fake moonweed? What are we supposed to do now?”
The judgment from the Alpha Council came the day after I was attacked.
They had decided to take back our tribe’s land and exile us from Northlorn.
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Dad lashed out, “Crying won’t fix anything! If you had treated Susan better, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
Mom’s sobs turned to anger. “How dare you blame me! You’re her grandfather–you never treated her well either!”
“Enough!” I shouted, the weight of everything crushing me.,
I was exhausted. Everything had fallen apart in a single night. Our tribe was gone, our land reclaimed. If I hadn’t bribed a few council members, I might have been sentenced to death,
too.
Silence fell over us. Regret gnawed at me.
If only I had been kind to Susan, if I had seen her value sooner–perhaps the Silvermoon Alliance could have saved us.
Mom muttered bitterly, “That ungrateful brat! She’s living well now and forgetting all about us!”
She went on, “We’re her family! We’re old–can’t she just let the past go? Besides, wasn’t it her fault Cynthia lost the baby when she fell down the stairs?”
At that moment, Cynthia appeared on the stairs and said softly, “Don’t worry. Susan will come back.”
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