Chapter 2

• She held onto the belief that once she turned sixteen and underwent her shift, she would have her wolf as a companion. Her wolf would share in her pain, and she wouldn't have to face her trials alone.
• With that hope serving as her beacon, she endured every hardship that came her way. She waited for the day she would be united with her wolf, her lifelong companion. She believed her wolf would be as formidable as any other, and she would no longer be a target for bullying.
• How mistaken she was!
• Once more, it seemed as though the Moon Goddess had decided to play a cruel jest on Winona. Life had a peculiar way of lifting her hopes high, only to ruthlessly shatter them into countless fragments. If only she hadn't dared to harbor any hopes.
• On the day she turned sixteen, the same day as her sister Hayley and many of their peers, they all eagerly awaited the arrival of their wolves. The anticipation surrounding the lycanthropy ceremony was palpable. Everyone was filled with high hopes, including Winona.
• In the Silver Moon pack, the transformation into a wolf occurred at the age of sixteen, and most found their mates by the time they were eighteen. So, one can imagine the joy and excitement that Winona felt about the upcoming ceremony.
• However, fate had a cruel twist in store for her. On the night of the ceremony, under the blood-red full moon at midnight, Winona watched as Hayley and their peers transformed into their wolves.
• She waited for her wolf... she waited in a shroud of shame.
• As was her usual luck, misfortune seemed to cling to her again. She finally had her wolf, but it wasn't a wolf at all. It was more akin to a terminally ill dog! Her wolf was incredibly small and weak, and the comparison was the perfect description for it.
• Her wolf was feeble and fragile, its fur a dull shade of brown. It never communicated with her, and Winona couldn't help but feel that they were both in the same unfortunate situation - both cursed, according to her mother, Divina.
• Once again, she knew she would become the target of mockery for the entire Silver Moon pack. Anyone who wished to could bully her at will. It was now painfully clear that her wolf was so small and weak that if she ever found herself in a confrontation, she would be effortlessly defeated.
• "Weak and pathetic! Why are you still alive?" Divina spat at her one fateful day.
• Overwhelmed with bitterness, Winona finally responded. "Are you truly my mother? Why do you harbor such hatred for me? Why!"
• "Did you just raise your voice at me, you worthless creature! You're a dog! That's why you have a dog instead of a wolf..."
• "Mother!"
• "Don't you dare call me mother after you caused your father's death! You are a curse and a disgrace! I am sending you to the palace first thing in the morning!"
• Divina's words echoed in her ears, filling her with shame. She ran away,
• She made her way to the courtyard and approached the first empty line. That was when she saw something that sent her body into a state of shock and... bitterness. The basket slipped from her hands, and her mouth fell open at the sight before her.
• The rubber basket tore from the impact of the fall, and the clothes she had spent all morning washing scattered on the grass. But at that moment, it wasn't the clothes she was worried about; it was the sight that had unfolded before her.
• She now understood why her sister had been unusually more hostile towards her. So this was the reason. There before her was a sight she never thought she would witness, even though she knew it was inevitable.
• Brent and Hayley, her mate and her twin sister, stood beside a tree. Hayley leaned with her back against the tree, while Brent stood in front of her.
• They were locked in a passionate and intimate embrace, their tongues entwined. Brent's left hand firmly gripped her breast as Hayley moaned in ecstasy.
• That was when her basket fell from her hands. The sound of the commotion caused them to stop.