Chapter 13: Lone Wolf (1)

Chapter 13: Lone Wolf (1)

The love of the wolfman race is thicker and heavier than any other race...

They were a race that did not easily forget love between lovers, love between families, and friendship between friends.

In a twisted tale, it was also a story that the one who breaks that love could never be forgiven for a lifetime.

Because of that instinct, Ner grew up suffering throughout her life.

Ner, who was a late child, was cursed with an inseparable curse from the moment she was born.

She took away the life of her mother, Syllin Blackwood, along with her birth.

On the day Ner was born, it was said that there were no congratulations or laughter in the Blackwood family.

Only tears and mourning resounded.

Until she turned eight years old, Ner didn't realize that she was being hated.

She thought the sharp reactions and dry responses from her five older sisters and brothers were natural.

Sometimes she wondered if it was because the color of her tail fur was slightly different.

Her siblings had glossy gray tails, but Ner's tail was white, devoid of any color.

However, as she grew little by little, Ner felt that her siblings only treated her differently.

Ner's siblings bloomed like flowers when they were together.

But when she appeared, everyone would turn cold.

*Paelyun-a...

Ner thought for a while that that was her name. Because her older sisters and brothers, who had a significant age difference, called her that.

But thanks to her grandmother's tireless and constant efforts to treat her warmly, Ner realized belatedly that her name wasn't *Paelyun-a.

However, her doubt continued. She wondered why she couldn't blend in with her other siblings. She wondered why when only she appears, their laughter dies down, and everything scatters.

From some point on, this doubt grew so much that Ner asked her grandmother.

"Grandma, it feels like my sisters and brothers are avoiding Ner."

"...Is it because of my tail? If I turned it like them and approach them, will they like Ner? I'm a little sad because my tail has a different color..."

Ner's grandmother gave her a compassionate smile and stroked her head.

"Your tail is beautiful, Ner."

"Then why is everyone avoiding me...?"

Its because they still dont know how adorable and cute my Ner is.

"...But why they don't know? Why can't I be with them?"

After pondering for a while, her grandmother gave a difficult answer.

Did I tell you about your mother?

Yes.

"It's because your siblings loved your mother so much. As time goes by, they will realize how adorable you are, so just wait a little longer."

"How much longer?"

"...Just a little bit. Just a little more."

As time passed, Ner's desire to blend in with her siblings grew stronger and stronger. It might have been an instinct engraved in her race.

Although she had never experienced warmth, she yearned for it.

It was inevitable for the werewolf tribe, who traveled in packs.

She wanted to be a part of the laughter that everyone enjoyed.

So Ner believed only in her grandmother's words and worked hard.

She tried being cute, running errands, and giving gifts.

She even relied on her father's feeble intervention.

However, her siblings always found Ner annoying and detestable.

She even had to hear her eldest sister telling her to disappear.

Nevertheless, Ner never gave up.

She believed that someday she would be able to intervene among her siblings, just as her grandmother had said.

However, sometimes, while making such efforts, tears would flow.

?

She was embarrassed to shed tears for no reason. These tears were often shed when she saw her siblings getting along well without her.

It became even worse when she saw her siblings smiling brightly when she wasn't with them.

Every time this happened, Ner would wipe away her tears bravely and think of ways to approach her older sisters and brothers.

However, it didn't take a long time for her efforts to be shattered.

One day she thought that if she make what her sibling liked most, they would like her.

That was why she went into the kitchen and worked with the maids all day to make honey pies.

Thinking this time her sisters and brothers would be delighted, she approached the gathering of her siblings with the pie in her small hands, enjoying the sunshine.

T-This This is made by Ner. Lets eat together

Summoning her courage, she presented her heartfelt offering.

But the reaction she received was once again cold.

-Smack!

"I told you to disappear!"

With a shout, her pie was knocked out of her hand and flew high into the sky.

As the pie, made with so much effort, fell to the ground without entering anyone's mouth and crumbled, Ner finally burst into tears that she had held back her whole life in that very spot.

She was full of sadness that she couldnt share it with anyone.

Ahhhhh! aaa!

Even then, no one comforted her. Everyone left, leaving only Ner behind crying.

Ner stood there for hours, shedding tears of sorrow.

It was also the day she gave up on her siblings' love.

"Good. Then I have no worries. Ner, I don't want to say this, but..."

Huh?

"Don't let go of that child."

Grandmother's warning stuck in Ner's mind stronger than any other memory.

Perhaps it was because she swallowed her fear a little.

"If you let go of this man... you'll be so heartbroken. There may be no one you will love more than this boy. You know that the werewolves tribe only loves one mate, right?"

"Yes. I love that story so much."

"That's right..."

Grandma?

The grandmother made a subtle expression for a moment, then smiled.

Once again, she comforted Ner and patted her back.

"Alright, the fortune-telling is done. Ner, even if your father is cold to you, it will be difficult, but you have to understand. He loved your mother very much.

"...Yes. My dad doesn't hurt me."

"Someday, there will come a day when he treats you warmly. Just hold on a little longer."

Yes.

From then on, Ner could gather her determination.

It was possible when she thought about her future mate who would appear someday.

The indifference of her siblings no longer hurt as much as before.

If her mate appeared, the love of her siblings would become unnecessary, that much was certain.

Now the loneliness had become easier to endure.

Her grandmothers prophecy gave her a lot of strength.

Somewhere out there, he existed.

She would meet him someday.

Like a princess locked in a tower, waiting for her prince, Ner could endure, dreaming of that hopeful day.

After that day, whenever she faced difficult times, Ner would speak to the man through the moon.

Somewhere, her destined mate was surely looking at the moon.

It was the only thing she could have in common with her mate who didnt come looking for her.

Its a little difficult for Ner. I hope you show up soon.

Holding her tail tightly, she sniffled and spoke.

If you show up, Ner will be really nice to you. So come quickly and be on Ners side.

Even as she grew older, it remained the same.

No matter how many years passed, she waited for her fated partner.

She spent many days looking at the moon.

As if praying to God, she ended each day gazing at the silent moon.

"...Today was even harder."

She confided her worries and revealed her pain.

"How much longer do I have to wait for you to appear? A month? A year?"

She longed for him, whom she had never met.

It felt like she had made a friend.

His existence became her armor.

Knowing that there was a happy future waiting, she gradually became unshakable.

Even when her older sister and brothers became openly cruel.

Even when she was ridiculed for the color of her tail.

Even when rumors circulated in the realm that she was cursed due to her other extroverted traits.

Even when she sensed the bitterness in her father's eyes as he looked at her.

...Even when her grandmother passed away.

Even when her tribe was trampled by monsters.

Ner endured everything. Waiting for happiness to come someday.

...Waiting for her destined mate to appear someday.

.

.

.

Me?

But all of that crumbled one day with her father's decree.

"Yes... You"

Ner was twenty-one years old at that time.

"I said you must marry, Ner. It's for the sake of the tribe."

Ner opened her mouth, but no words came out.

It felt like her foundation was shaking under immense shock.

The other person is a human, a mercenary.

Her grandmother said she would fall in love with him naturally. The opponent was said to be a nobleman.

However, the sudden marriage proposed by her father did not match anything.

It was a marriage that shattered all the dreams and hopes she had cherished for a long time.

End of Chapter

[ TL: Paelyun-a '' is Korean slang which means an immoral person who is unkind to his/her own parents.

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