Chapter 9 Susan Awakens
Frank’s POV:
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My parents and I had been waiting outside the temple gates for almost an hour. The Silvermoon Alliance’s guards stood watching us, their cold stares making it clear that they saw us as little more than troublemakers.
I couldn’t believe this. I was supposed to be a guest of Silvermoon!
I needed to speak with Ivan to clear up the misunderstanding, but I didn’t dare barge into the temple. The Grayclaw Tribe simply didn’t have the kind of influence that would allow us to act with such impunity like the Silvermoon Alliance.
Even the two Beta–level guards stationed outside seemed to emanate a quiet threat, making me feel uneasy.
Ivan’s assistant appeared briefly, giving us a curt “Wait here,” before vanishing without a trace, leaving us standing in the freezing cold, unsure of when things would change.
My mother couldn’t contain her frustration any longer, muttering under her breath, “Why aren’t they letting us in? She’s our granddaughter! How could they turn away her own family?”
I felt the same way, but I kept my voice steady, “Let’s just be patient a little longer.” After all, it was my actions that had brought Susan to this point. I understood why the Silvermoon werewolves were so angry.
But then something started to feel off. The temperature around us began to drop sharply, and a fierce snowstorm swept through the air, as though it had a mind of its own. The wind howled, biting into our skin, forcing us to huddle together for warmth.
The Northlorn wolves were known for their resilience to cold, but this wind it wasn’t natural. Even our werewolf bodies were uncomfortable.
“What kind of crazy weather is this? Can anyone withstand this?” My mother, elderly but usually strong, was the first to show signs of distress. She rubbed her hands together futilely, grumbling.
My father’s brows furrowed as he inhaled deeply. “There’s magic in the air. Is someone using weather magic on Silvermoon’s land? Frank, go figure out what’s going on.”
My anger flared. It was one thing for Silvermoon to make us wait in anger, but why bring magic into it? Who could/endure this?
I quickly asked around and found out that the snowstorm was part of an effort to eliminate
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I was seething with frustration, but I couldn’t show it. I needed to stay calm to make contact with the Silvermoon Alphas.
We stood there in the freezing cold, shivering as the Silvermoon alphas refused to show themselves. The ordeal felt unbearable.
Though my father and I were both freezing, we didn’t dare leave. We had to seize any opportunity that came our way, no matter the discomfort.
Susan’s POV:
The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the air, blending with distant voices that seemed muffled and far away. But one voice stood out, cutting through the haze–clear and persistent.
“Susan, Susan … Hey, Susan!
“Wake up, okay? If you don’t wake up, I’ll-”
The voice buzzed in my ears like an annoying swarm of bees, wearing away at my patience. Who was it? I struggled to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, weighed down, as if something was pressing on them.
Finally, I managed to blink, my lashes fluttering open, only to be met with blinding white light. I instinctively squinted, trying to make sense of my surroundings. A group of people was gathered around me, their faces tense, their eyes filled with anticipation.
The man in front of me was the most agitated. He spoke first. “Susan, you’re awake! It’s me, Eason!”
The others stayed silent, holding their breath, watching me as if I were something fragile that could break at any moment.
“Eason?” I muttered, my voice hoarse, as though it was a distant echo. My mind was blank, and the words felt robotic, like a response I was programmed to say. I touched my face, feeling as if I were made of delicate porcelain, one wrong move away from shattering.
An older man, who seemed more imposing than my grandfather, stood to the side. His expression was unreadable, his gaze intense. There was something different about him–a sense of power, a bloodline distinct from my father’s.
I looked down at myself. My wrist was covered in IV tubes, and the skin where I had bitten myself was now scabbed oyer, slowly healing thanks to my wolfish ability.
Eason’s voice softened, his concern evident. “Susan, I’m your mom’s younger brother, Eason. I spoke to you before. Do you remember?”
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finally gave a small, quiet hum.
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I remembered now. The snowfield, the silver giant wolf … he had said he would take me home …
“Am I home now?” I whispered, barely above a breath.
The men around me nodded eagerly. Another unfamiliar man stepped forward, his voice kind and soothing. “Susan, I’m Uncle Freddie. We’re here to take you home.”
The elderly man took a deep breath, his voice firm as he spoke. “Yes, we’re taking you home. No one will hurt you again. If anyone tries, I will make them pay.”
I glanced at each of them, studying their faces. Their presence felt comforting, familiar, like a warmth I hadn’t realized I missed. I longed to be closer to them, to find peace, but fear still held me back.
Home? The word echoed in my mind, both welcoming and unfamiliar.
I couldn’t help but wonder, would they really take care of me once we reached this “home“? Would they treat me the same way the Grayclaw Tribe had–hurting me, cursing me, abandoning me?
A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest. They seemed sincere, but could I really trust them? I pressed my lips together, silent, observing them as my emotions churned inside me, tangled and uncertain.
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