Chapter 29 No One Cares
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I could smell the indifference in the air, laced with their attention toward Susan. The scent stung my throat, making it tighten.
“Hannah, this is your favorite–fresh venison … “I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently placed a piece of tender deer meat onto her plate, keeping my voice as soft as possible. I hoped the familiar scent of food would soothe her.
It was in a werewolf pup’s nature to crave raw meat, and I wanted this to calm her down.
But Hannah ignored my gesture. Her gaze was locked on Susan, her nostrils flaring as if she were sniffing out an enemy. Her eyes burned with hostility.
The scent of her anger was so intense it made my heartbeat quicken.
She was still holding a grudge against Susan, and Susan had no intention of backing down either. A sharp, icy scent of provocation radiated from her, so distinct that even an ordinary werewolf like me could sense it.
Susan turned her head away, acting as if Hannah didn’t exist–like a proud young wolf refusing to acknowledge a challenge.
Hannah exploded. With a loud smack, she threw her spoon onto the floor and then let out a piercing wail. The sound was sharp, like the wounded cry of a wolf cub, stabbing straight into my eardrums and piercing my heart.
Jesse, Winston, and Wyatt–the three boys–simultaneously rolled their eyes. Their ears twitched slightly, their instincts kicking in from the distressing noise.
As pups, they couldn’t completely hide their emotions. Their claws unconsciously scraped against the floor beneath the table.
“Hannah, what’s wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?” I rushed to her side, my voice trembling. Reaching out, I tried to stroke her head, hoping that physical contact would comfort her.
For werewolves, touch and scent were ways to convey emotions. But Hannah didn’t respond. Instead, she grabbed her plate and flung it to the floor, sending meat and blood splattering everywhere. “She’s bullying me! And none of you care!”
The scent of fresh blood filled the air. Meat chunks were scattered across the table, but I barely noticed. All I felt was a sharp pain tearing through my chest.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the emotions in the air–see? This is all your fault!
They stayed silent. No one comforted Hannah. Not even the slightest trace of warmth could be detected in their scents.
Children were the most sensitive, and werewolf pups even more so. They could detect emotional neglect just from a shift in scent or a slight change in body language.
And yet, they just watched coldly, not even uttering a single word of kindness.
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“It’s okay, sweet girl, I’m here. I see you” I whispered, leaning in and gently brushing my nose against her cheek, hoping my warmth and scent would calm her.
But Hannah had already lost control. She grabbed utensils and plates, hurling them toward the center of the table as she cried and screamed, “No! No! I don’t want her eating with me! I don’t want Susan here!”
Her voice carried a low growl, like an injured wolf fiercely protecting its territory.
At last, Laurence spoke. His voice was low, laced with barely restrained anger. “If you don’t want to eat, then leave! Who taught you that you could throw plates and utensils around?”
His tone carried the weight of an Alpha’s authority. The air grew heavy and thick with the suffocating pressure of an impending storm.
A shiver ran down my spine, and my instincts as an ordinary werewolf urged me to lower my head in submission.
But Hannah wasn’t afraid. She cried even harder, kicking the table with both feet, the loud thuds echoing through the room. “No! No! I said no!”
Her claws extended instinctively, leaving faint scratches on the table’s surface–fighting with all her might against the family’s rules.
The room fell silent. Then, without a word, Zain stood up, scooped Hannah into his arms, and carried her toward the door.
Still, Hannah refused to give in. She struggled like a wild wolf cub, flailing her claws in the air and growling in fury.
A flicker of impatience crossed Zain’s eyes. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the back of her shirt and hoisted her up like a piece of trash, dragging her toward the stairs.
Panic surged through me. The mother wolf inside me roared to life. I lunged forward, shouting, “Zain, what are you doing?”
My voice resembled a growl, and my heart pounded with the rhythm of a drum. My claws extended unconsciously, scraping against the floor.
Susan flinched, dropping the piece of meat in her hands, fear flashing in her eyes. Maybe she had caught the scent of Zain’s Alpha dominance–maybe she remembered what it felt like to be dragged away like that herself.
For a brief moment, I caught a new scent from her as she looked at Hannah–something soft, almost like pity. It was the kind of understanding only werewolf pups shared.
But I had no time to dwell on it. I rushed forward and snatched Hannah away from Zain, cradling her -tightly against my chest.
Her sobs were hot and damp against my skin. I lifted my tear–filled eyes to glare at Zain, letting out a low, wounded whimper before turning and hurrying up the stairs.
Once upstairs, I held Hannah close. She was still sniffling. The scratches on her wrist had already faded to a faint pink thanks to a werewolf’s natural healing, but they still made my heart ache.
I rubbed my nose against her forehead, inhaling her familiar scent, and whispered, “Don’t be scared. I’m
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Werewolves comforted each other through scent and touch. I tried to steady her emotions.
I couldn’t believe how cruel they were. There was no reason to be so heartless to a child.
Didn’t they smell the scent of her blood? Didn’t they sense her pain and fury? And yet, they still chose to ignore her
My heart ached as if it had been ripped apart, and the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
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