Emma was brought to a round white room with no windows. Several elderly people sat inside, and when Jennifer entered, the guard closed and locked the door.
She didn’t even have time to change her clothes; she was just wearing a thin jacket.
She was ordered to sit in a chair facing them, while Jennifer and the elders sat at a long table across from her.
“Miss Emma Bess, we will now ask you a series of questions. Please answer truthfully,” said a severe man with square glasses, leading the group.
“You have no right…” Emma felt offended. These people couldn’t treat her like this.
“Miss Bess, now is not the time for objections,” the man’s voice raised a few decibels.
“Did you leave your guardian, Nelson, and go to the mountains alone the day before?” another woman with curly hair asked.
“I wasn’t alone, Rory took me.”
“But Mr. Rory is currently unconscious and cannot verify your statement.”
“This is unfair!” Emma shrieked. She understood now. This was a one-sided trial. They had already determined her guilt from the moment she entered. She didn’t need to defend anything.
“Mr. Rory was severely injured due to a fight with our Alpha. Is it true that you provoked them to fight?” the woman clearly didn’t want to hear anything Emma had to say.
“I didn’t!” Tears welled in Emma’s eyes as she looked at Jennifer, who tilted her chin up, displaying a sense of victory.
“You have expressed multiple times that you do not want to live in the Silver Moon Pack?” the questioning continued.
“I have, but…”
“Your biological father, Nelson, as a witness, also stated that you have fled the Silver Moon Pack multiple times. Have you been in contact with werewolves from other Packs?”
“Nelson? As a witness?!” Emma stood up, kicking over the chair. She didn’t want to be part of this pointless and humiliating so-called judgment. She needed to leave.
“Guard!”
The guard, upon hearing the command, stood before her. Faced with two tall adult men, Emma had to give up. She looked at the so-called jury with resentment, this absurd little court.
“Did the Alpha’s wolf lose control because of you?” the woman asked sharply once again.
Emma gritted her teeth and refused to answer.
“Emma Bess?”
“Damn you, b****!” Emma gave the most satisfying answer.
The room fell silent. Emma looked at them with reddened eyes. They really were despicable. Patrick’s grandfather had worked hard to establish the pack, and now it was being enjoyed by this nauseating group.
Poor Patrick would wake up to face this unfair judgment.
After a long silence, they came to a predictable conclusion.
“Now, I declare, Emma Bess, due to multiple violations of werewolf regulations, posing a serious threat to the safety of the Silver Moon Pack’s Alpha, you are hereby exiled.”
The outcome was too severe. There was no one to object in this place, targeting an underage werewolf in this manner.
“Exile me?! You have no right to do this!”
“Patrick won’t allow you to do this. You are disrespecting the Alpha!”
“You bunch of f***ing old people, you are a disgrace to the Silver Moon Pack!”
Emma continued to curse at the people for this result, forcing them to leave the judgment room early and have someone take Emma to pack her belongings.
…
Emma stood at the edge of the forest of the Silver Moon Pack, holding her backpack.
She couldn’t believe she had been exiled. She couldn’t even see Harry and Nicola. She had texted and called, but neither had responded. Were they restricted from communicating with her?
So much had happened in just three days. She hadn’t fully processed it all, and now Jennifer had kicked her out.
She was homeless at last, an underage exiled werewolf.
Where could she go? The human society or back to the Blue Halo Pack? Could she even go back?
Emma took out her phone; she wanted to call Florence or Edward, but the deep forest cut off all her signals.
Being abandoned didn’t feel good. She had gained the freedom she wanted, but it wasn’t voluntary.
Emma thought of Patrick. How would he feel waking up and finding her gone, after she had promised him the night before that she wouldn’t leave? And now she had been exiled.
Emma walked aimlessly, wanting to find the road she came in on. Maybe she could hitchhike?
But after about half an hour of walking, she realized she seemed to be lost. What’s worse, from the moment she entered, she felt like someone was watching her.
At first, she thought it was the guards who were supposed to monitor her leaving, but at this moment, she didn’t think so.
When the rustling sound came from the bushes behind her, Emma almost instinctively jumped aside, and then, a reddish-brown wolf landed in front of her.
It leaned forward, ready for the next attack, while Emma watched it vigilantly, starting to step back. Just as the wolf lunged again, Emma began to run away.
When she thought she had shaken off the wolf, it suddenly appeared in front of her again. She knew she had to fight, so she took off her backpack from her shoulder.
The wolf lunged at her, and Emma struck its head with the backpack. The wolf stepped back a few paces, shook its head, but its expression became more ferocious.
Emma had no proper weapon, so she picked up a stick nearby, preparing to continue the fight with the wolf. She knew her chances of winning were slim, but she didn’t want to die here. She suspected all of this was likely orchestrated by Jennifer.
It was a young female wolf, very agile and fast. The crude stick in Emma’s hand was quickly bitten to pieces by the wolf.
Its wolf claws were very sharp, scratching deep wounds on Emma’s shoulder. Emma took a few steps back, but the wolf lunged at her directly, pinning her to the ground.
She couldn’t move, only using her last bit of strength to hold the wolf’s mouth to prevent it from biting her neck, but she was running out of strength. She couldn’t fight an adult female wolf for too long.
Emma knew she would never give up even until death, but everything in front of her made her feel desperate. Emma couldn’t stop the female wolf from killing her. Thinking that she would soon see her deceased mother and never see Patrick again, a sense of desolation rose in Emma’s heart.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the moment of agony to come.
Suddenly, she heard a painful whimper from the wolf, and the pressure on her body disappeared instantly.
“Emma!” It was Florence.
Florence almost cried when she saw her. She knelt beside Emma, while on the other side, a young male wolf and the female wolf were in a standoff.
“That’s Jeff. I received a notification from your friends. They said you were exiled,” Florence said as she tried to help Emma up, but Emma had no strength left.
“Oh my God, you’re covered in blood,” Florence said in panic. She tried to stop the bleeding for Emma, who not only had a wound on her shoulder, but also a large gash on her abdomen, continuously oozing blood.
Jeff and the female wolf were fighting, but the female wolf was obviously stronger than Jeff.
“That should be the Silver Moon Pack’s wolf. Your friends told us that Jennifer sent people to kill you in the forest.”
“Kill me? She already banished me, why won’t she let me go?” Emma knew Jennifer hated her, but she didn’t know she wanted her dead.
With a painful groan, Jeff was knocked down by the female wolf before the two of them. He struggled to stand up, shielding the two people behind him.
The female wolf was still eager for the fight, steadily approaching them.
From behind Emma and the others came a furious roar, and seven or eight wolves leaped out, standing in front of Jeff.
“It’s Uncle Edward!” Florence exclaimed excitedly.
Edward, along with the other wolves, formed a solid line like a sturdy wall, resisting the female wolf.
The female wolf unwillingly crouched and growled, but her tail had already betrayed her fear, hanging low and tucked between her hind legs.
Edward roared fiercely again, and the female wolf turned and fled back into the jungle.
Once he was sure there were no other issues in the forest, Edward turned with the pack of wolves and looked at the severely injured Emma, licking the wound on her abdomen to stop the bleeding.
“I missed you so much, Uncle Edward,” Emma cried. In the past month, she felt like she had lived for centuries, with few friends and no family here.
When she was driven away, she carried even less than when she arrived, but Jennifer still wouldn’t let her go.
In a deep voice, Edward said, “It’s okay, Emma, come back with us. If Jennifer dares to exile you and Nelson dares to abandon you, the werewolf law has been invalidated. Come back.”
Florence embraced Emma with both arms, wiping the tears from her cheeks, saying, “That bitch will get what she deserves sooner or later, and you don’t need that rubbish father. Come back, we all miss you very much.”
Emma hugged Florence and cried loudly. She released all the grievances and sorrows she had suffered during this time. But this crying, along with her reluctance to leave Patrick, just yesterday, she thought she could have more, but now shehas lost everything.