“Are you injured, Mother?” Talia noticed her mother’s wounded arms, which she had tried to hide in the torn fabric of her sleeves.
“Such minor injuries are likely to manifest on a werewolf.” “Do not worry about me; I am fine.” She strove to appear composed. Luna Mabel had traversed past Talia before she could observe her mother’s wounded hands. Mabel halted before Talia’s cabinet.
“You are haemorrhaging, Mother.” Talia returned to her mother with a first aid package, requesting permission to apply a bandage. The wound was sufficiently grave to indicate that her mother had lost a significant amount of blood. She needed to attend to it.
Mabel retracted her hand and commenced gathering Talia’s garments from the cupboard, placing them into a suitcase. “We lack the time for this,” she stated.
“What are your current activities?” What is the reason for packing my possessions?She had never observed her mother exhibiting such tension before. She was astonished when Mabel packed all her belongings into her bag, including her passport, identification, debit card, credit card, and cash. Her mother’s acts evoked a sensation like to packing her luggage and relinquishing every coin in her pocket in anticipation of a far journey. It elicited a shiver up her spine, as only Talia’s suitcase was being packed.
“Please inform me, Mother.” What is the reason for packing my belongings?She stood before her mother, who had been deliberately disregarding her enquiries. She was perplexed as to why her bag had been packed without justification.
Her mother halted momentarily, observing her daughter. “You are departing this pack with your sister immediately,” she asserted while gazing at her beautiful daughter, who was taken aback by her statement.
“What?” Talia failed to comprehend any of her mother’s words before being sidelined as her mother resumed packing her things.
“Why are you expelling Lena and me?” It was incomprehensible to her. She had erroneously believed that Lena was permitted to participate in the conflict with them. Luna Mabel refrained from replying to her daughter. In moments like these, Talia could not perceive the lady before her as her mother, but rather as the Luna of the pack.
“Explain to me the necessity of departing from my lifelong residence!” She elevated her voice in response to this unforeseen revelation made on her behalf without her consent. It seemed inequitable to her.
I am not obligated to respond to any of your enquiries. I have placed all of your possessions in this location, and I am dispatching Lena to the rear entrance. Both of you must depart expeditiously and refrain from pausing until you have exited this territory.
Talia received a directive from the Luna of her pack, not her mother. She employed an authoritative tone to issue an oblique order, so avoiding additional questioning. “However, to what destination shall we proceed?” ”
“Proceed to my father’s pack.” Talia was shocked by her mother’s declaration that she would inform them of both her daughters’ impending arrivals. Was an issue present? How had all of this been ascertained so rapidly? What motivated her mother to urgently persuade her to depart from the pack? What was her reason for not wanting her to be here any longer? She was not providing any explanations to her.
“However, Mother, if you are dispatching me, I require an explanation,” she insisted, remaining in her position until she received some form of rationale.
Luna Mabel was vexed that her daughter had selected this moment to be recalcitrant. “An explanation is absent.” Comply with my instructions!She grew incensed and shouted at the peak of her voice.
Talia contemplated the last occasion she had observed her mother in such an agitated condition. She had consistently exhibited courtesy and exemplary maternal qualities; but, she now shook her head and stated, “I do not wish to abandon my family and pack without justification, Mom.” Despite not being her father’s favoured daughter, she desired to stay with her family.
Her father and the majority of the pack had disregarded her since infancy. It was unrelated to her gender. She had an elder sister who received preferential treatment. Her father harboured disdain for her due to his belief that she had inflicted misfortune upon him.
An excessive number of adverse events in the past led him to adopt this mindset. She was the youngest child of her parents, and unlike her siblings, she was unloved by her father. Nevertheless, she was cherished by her elder sister and mother, who consistently supported her. Their presence in her life had motivated her to persist in living.
She was indifferent to being reviled by hundreds. Her primary concern was the affection she had received from the most significant individual in her life, however she never foresaw her mother’s sudden request for her departure. She was unable to accept that her mother had abandoned her. It was a harrowing event for her.
Luna Mabel became exasperated with her daughter. She handed the suitcase to her daughter while swiftly pulling her out of the room. The resolute young woman halted, compelling her mother to turn and look at her.
“What are your current activities?” Proceed immediately! Mabel gritted her teeth. They were approaching a time constraint.
Talia asked her mother, “We have lost the war, have we not?”
Luna Mabel’s trembling hands clenched into fists at her sides upon hearing the question she had always dreaded. She desired her youngest daughter to escape before she could comprehend the extent of her pack’s and parents’ degradation following their defeat.
