Chapter 3 Darcy Quivers

• In the humble ward of St. Titus' Hospital in Yiefmery.
• “My daughter has a concussion and this is the petty amount your school is offering us? What if there are any lingering effects? If she can't awaken her inner wolf, her life will be ruined. Who will take responsibility then? I'm telling you, unless we see at least eighty to a hundred thousand today, we'll meet in the police station. I'll make sure everyone knows how your school handles its affairs, and I'll ensure it can't operate any longer!”
• “Mrs. Quivers, can we be reasonable here? Your daughter attends a school designed for adolescent werewolves, not some pup school within your own pack. Can you really expect the teachers to watch over her every second of the day? Besides, your daughter fell down the stairs because she's clumsy and too fat. It's not the school's responsibility. The fact that the school is willing to cover half of the medical expenses is already more than generous. Your daughter's behavior at school has always been problematic. It's one thing that she consistently ranks last in her academics without any drive to improve, but she also disrupts the learning of others. I've received complaints from her classmates more than once. A few days ago, she was pestering a boy from another pack, even though he had clearly rejected her. She continued to bother him, infringing on his privacy and seriously damaging the school's atmosphere. The boy's parents have even approached me about this.”
• With her hands on her hips, Loraine Letterman adopted a confrontational stance. “So, all this talk is just because your school doesn't want to pay up, isn't it?”
• Their cheeks reddened in rage as the argument intensified.
• Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. “Everyone, shut up!”
• Loraine and Sherman Quivers, along with the teachers, simultaneously fell silent, their gazes shifting to the girl lying on the bed.
• Bloodshade clutched her throbbing temples as she sat up from the hospital bed, the frail bed creaking alarmingly under her movement.
• A fierce wave of pain radiated from the back of her head, spreading throughout her entire body. She couldn't help but furrow her brows to ease the discomfort.
• Suddenly, Bloodshade sensed something. She stopped massaging her temples, and her eyes snapped open.
• I didn't die?
• She quickly scanned the ward, her gaze settling on the four utterly ordinary individuals standing at the foot of the bed, staring straight at her.
• “Who are you people?”
• As soon as she spoke, she froze. This was not her voice. She immediately reached for her throat, only to notice the muscular arm she had lifted.
• This time, she furrowed her brows deeply.
• What's going on here?
• All four of them were stunned by the girl's question.
• Loraine charged at the teacher, causing a scene. “Look at what has become of my daughter. She's practically lost her senses! Yet, your school merely covers a little of the medical expenses. You're nothing but the sc*m of werewolf society! Aren't you afraid of retribution from Moon Goddess?”
• The teacher, over forty and wearing dark glasses, was a bit flustered. “Calm down, Mrs. Quivers.”
• “Darcy, it's Dad. Don't you recognize me anymore?”
• “Darcy, don't frighten me,” the teacher said. “Are you still not quite awake? Take a good look at who we are.”
• However, the girl was simply staring at her own robust arm.
• At that moment, a report echoed from the television. “An isolated island in the Southern Ocean experienced a major explosion at seven ten this morning...”
• Bloodshade turned her gaze toward the television.
• Before she could react, a flood of memories that weren't hers suddenly surged in, overwhelming her like a tidal wave.
• Loraine was still in a tussle with her teacher over the compensation money. Meanwhile, Sherman was by her side, expressing his concern and asking questions.
• Her head was splitting with pain, and she could bear it no longer. “Everyone, get out.”
• “Enough, all of you,” Sherman bellowed, finally taking a firm stand. “Darcy just woke up. Let her rest properly. If you have anything to discuss, do it outside.” He ushered the relentless Loraine out of the ward.
• Finally, the ward fell silent. The faint scent of disinfectant hung in the air. Bloodshade maintained an unnerving calm.
• The booming voice of Loraine echoed down the hallway outside.
• The girl entered the restroom, staring at her unfamiliar reflection in the mirror for over ten minutes. Her eyebrows and eyes were still quite attractive. Even though her body was on the heavier side, her face wasn't overly plump. Her skin was fair and radiant.
• “Vali?”