CHAPTER FOUR
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A girl ran across the road while looking back.
When suddenly a bright light shone on her face, she turned to see the source.
It was a fast-moving truck.
Before she could scream out, she was already in the air.
She fell hard on the asphalt floor, and blood gushed out from her like a river, turning the already dark ground a darker shade.
Her head was already askew and stuck in the direction she was coming from.
Her dewy eyes stared hard at the silhouette in the dark until they lost all focus.
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"Oh my goodness, Arwenna!" Liriel rushed to pull me up. She whirled on the girl who had pushed me. "Why did you push her that hard? Don't you know she has no wolf? She's no different from us humans. A little more force could have killed her."
Laughter rippled through the crowd forming around us. People pointed and whispered, finding it hilarious that a mere human could knock down a werewolf so easily.
Liriel's words sounded concerned on the surface, but underneath, she was reminding everyone that I was useless. Weak. And not even a real werewolf.
"I was just trying to catch her." The girl who had pushed me sounded offended. "I didn't know she was so weak that barely touching her would make her fall."
"Apologise to her. Now." Liriel's voice went sharp and commanding.
The girl hesitated, jaw set stubbornly, and shook like a leaf in the wind.
She felt wronged.
She didn't want to apologise to someone she deemed lesser.
The crowd grew larger. More hostile.
"Why should she apologise?" A boy with a crew cut shouted. "It's her fault for being so pathetic. Instead, she should be the one to apologise."
He faced us squarely, like he was ready to pounce on us.
"She's my friend." Liriel pushed me behind her like she was protecting me. "You'll have to go through me first."
I stood frozen, still reeling from the vision. My head buzzed with white noise.
The image wouldn't leave me, that fair hand pushing me. The blinding silver lights. The feeling of weightlessness and the slushing of flowing blood.
"So a werewolf needs a human's protection now?" The boy laughed. "How pathetic."
Others joined in, their laughter cruel and mocking.
"Not surprising though." A mousy-faced boy pushed forward. "You all know who she is, right? Arwenna Lys? The hybrid werewolf, who was born to a human father and has no wolf. She's lower than an omega. With such a resounding title, who wouldn't know her?"
"I thought she got kicked out," someone else called. "Why is she back?"
The two boys leading the mob lunged forward to grab me. Liriel blocked them, shoving the mousy-faced one back, which gave the crew-cut boy an opening. He seized my arm and dragged me in front of the girl Liriel had scolded.
"Apologise to her." He shook my arm roughly. "For scaring her."
Pain shot through my shoulder, clearing some of the fog from my mind. I yanked my arm free with more force than I intended.
The boy stumbled backwards two steps, shock flashing across his face.
Although he wasn't the best in his pack, he was one of the park warriors.
So, it was strange that a wolfless girl could shove him.
I felt energy thrumming through my veins, pooling in my palms, and ready to burst outward…
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Something soft covered my head. A jacket or a blanket.
"I'm sorry, madam," a voice said from above me. "Sir Kaelith asked me to do this."
Kaelith's driver.
Before I could process his words, something sharp pricked my arm.
Then nothing.
The driver carried Arwenna and left with her.
Immediately, he left the scene, someone whispered.
“Something is off about her.”
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