There was a reason why Mum and Dad always pampered me.
There was a reason why I was trained to be a very strong fighter. There was also a reason why the pack members put up with my sh*t at times.
It was because it was well-known that I was a weakling from birth.
“I-I can’t move an inch, m-mum…My lower body is all frozen. W-what is happening?”
I asked.
It’s been long since I felt as powerless as this.
“Why is this happening to me?”
I muttered, in hurt to the pack doctor, with a husky tone. From the numerous screams of shock from the trauma, my voice had long time worn off.
“It will be okay, sweetie…let’s do what the doctor says and it will turn out fine,” she said, kissing my head softly.
My body was raised by the pack doctor and mum, giving me some herbal medications.
Hayden and
