Chapter 29 No One Cares
Winnie’s POV:
I could smell the indifference in the aur, laced with their attention toward Susan. The scent stung my throat, making i
“Hannah, this is your favorite–fresh venison… “I swallowed the lump in my throat and gently placed a piece of elect mman emme her pine, keeping my voice as soli as possible. I hoped the familiar scent of food would soothe ther.
In was on a werewolf pups nature to crave raw meat, and I wanted this to calm her down.
Ban Hannah ignored my gesture. Her gaze was locked on Susan, her nostrils flaring as if she were sniffing out an enemy, eves hirmed with hostilin.
The wee of her anger was intense it made my heartbeat quicken.
She was will holding a grudge agata Susan, and Susan had no intention of backing down either. A sharp. icy scent of
adaned from her, so distinct that even an ordinary werewolf like me could sense it.
Susum tamed them them away, acting as if Hannah didn’t exist–like a proud young wolf refusing to acknowledge a challenge.
Hannalesploded. Which Brod smuck, she threw her spoon onto the floor and then let out a piercing wail. The sound was sharp, like the wounded any of a well cub, stabbing straight into my eardrums and piercing my heart.
Jesse, Winston, and Ryan–che three boys–simultaneously rolled their eyes. Their ears twitched slightly, their instincts kicking in from the dateLENTINE
As pups, they couldn’t complety lude then moons. Then claws unconsciously scraped against the floor beneath the tabit
“Hannah, what’s wrong holy are you crying alleda suadent I rushed to her side, my voice trembling. Reaching out, I to stroke her hend, horing that pitroncill come would confort her.
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For werewolves, touch and some wow was become emotions. But Hannah didn’t respond. Instead, she grabbed her plate and flung it to the floor sending recan and blood splattering everywhere. “She’s bullying me! And none of you care!”
The scent of fresh blood filled the air. Mareful wore smered as the uble, but I barely noticed. All I felt was a sharp pain tearing through my chest.
I took a deep breath, inbaling the emoticon in die an–see This is all your fault!
They stayed silent. No one comforted Hannal. Not even the allignem trace of warmth gould be detected in their scents.
Children were the most sensitive, and werewolf pups even more. They could dect emotional neglect just from a shift in scent or a slight change in body langunge
And yet, they just watched coldly not even uttering a singer word dinea.
“It’s okay, sweet girl, I’m here. I see you? I wheperest, leaning in and gends brushing my nose against her cheek, hoping my warmth and scent would calm her
But Hannah–had already lost control. She grabbed mensals and planes, burting them toward the cemer of the table as she cried and screamed, “Nut Not I don’t want her cating with me! I don’t wan Susun hame!!
Her voice carried a low growl, like an injured wall fiercely protecting as
At last, Laurence spoke. His voice was low, laced with barely restrained angen you dont want them 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 un
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Chapter 29 No One Cares
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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 here.”
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 yes, they still chose to ignore her.
My heart ached as if it had been ripped apart, and the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
