Chapter 6

• For as long as I can remember, my parents signed me up for all sorts of kids' courses—maybe just to keep me busy since they didn’t have much time for me. From an early age, I showed a strong connection to music. By the time I was six, I could play the piano and sing so sweetly that they pulled me out of language classes to have me focus solely on music.
• A little before that, when I was five, they told me about the clans and my magical heritage. At first, I found it fascinating, but the more I learned about what it meant to be a wolf, the harder reality hit me. By the time I was eight, I had already decided that I wouldn’t let this whole wolf thing define my story. I knew my wolf would be stronger than me and could take over my decisions, so I swore to myself that I would become stronger than her—to have complete control when she finally emerged.
• I remember relentlessly begging my parents to let me take fighting and self-defense classes until they finally gave in—even though I was just a kid. However, they set one major condition: I had to keep studying music and maintain the same level of dedication to my academics. From an early age, I had to learn how to manage my time to fit everything I wanted to do into a single day.
• I wasn’t even thirteen when my wolf emerged. That day, I lost control, and the frustration drove me to train even harder. The following year, I ended up competing in the national jiu-jitsu championship and became the champion. But victory didn’t quiet the storm inside me. After the competition, I stepped outside under the open sky and began singing a song I had written when I was ten, called Moonlit Night.
• That was amazing! Have you ever thought about becoming a professional singer?" a middle-aged man asked as he approached me stealthily, his expression friendly. He had come to watch the championship with a friend and, by coincidence, overheard me singing outside. His name was Marcos, and at that moment, he became my manager.
• After a brief conversation, I agreed to do a trial recording and film a music video for my song—on one condition: he had to keep my identity a secret. Within weeks of its release, the video had gained thousands of views, likes, and requests for more. I kept making videos of my own compositions, and by the time I was fifteen, my name had skyrocketed to fame.
• That’s when I started receiving hundreds of letters and gifts every day, sent by fans to the company’s address. Everywhere I went, I was surrounded by crowds of admirers. It never really bothered me—until people started invading my privacy, trying every possible way to uncover my identity. More than once, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to escape their obsession. The places where I worked had to be changed repeatedly, and I avoided live performances to keep from being followed and harassed.
• Those were bright, sunny days. I was about to turn sixteen when my manager convinced me to go on a bigger tour during the school break. Everything seemed to be under control—until the final concert of the tour. That night, a massive crowd of crazed fans stormed the stage.
• The security team tried to hold them back, but it wasn’t enough. As I tried to escape, a man I thought was part of the crew opened a door beneath the stage, offering me a place to hide. It led to a narrow, dark alley. What I didn’t expect was that this man was the most obsessed fan of them all.
• He grabbed me violently, trying to force me to be his. He was strong—too strong—and didn’t give me a chance to react. Desperate, I let Lisa break free, shifting into my wolf form. The surge of magical energy from my transformation threw him far away from me. Trembling, I approached his body—he had collapsed after crashing into a wooden pillar.
• I stepped back, shifting back into my human form. Searching through the torn remnants of my clothes from the transformation, I found something to cover myself with. I stood there for minutes, staring in shock at his lifeless body, until I finally had a full-blown panic attack.
• I had never killed anyone before! I didn’t mean to do it—it wasn’t intentional.
• It didn’t take long for the production team to find me. My assistant quickly wrapped a blanket around me and helped me get out of there. When giving my statement to the police, I told them everything that happened—except for the part about my transformation. Instead, I said I had pushed him away in a desperate act of self-defense. The investigation concluded that he died from a broken neck after the push.
• The deeper they dug into his background, the more disturbing evidence they uncovered. That’s when they found out that he had manipulated the crowd into storming the stage and had been stalking me for months, just waiting for the right moment to trap me. They discovered threatening letters, suspicious gifts he had sent, and hundreds of photos and videos of me stored on his computer. He was a full-blown maniac.
• In a way, my name was cleared, and my manager was efficient in keeping the entire incident under wraps. But I could never forget what had happened—or what I had done. My fans kept flooding me with apologetic messages, begging for my return, but I had no intention of showing my face again.
• It was during this time that the great clan conference took place, and a decision was made: all wolves and their descendants were to return to their respective clans until further notice. Anyone who disobeyed would be stripped of their clan status and imprisoned. Anyone attempting to flee would have a bounty placed on their head, and mercenary wolves would be sent after them. And if there was anything worse than being chased by crazed fans, it was being hunted down by mercenary wolves—highly trained trackers who were as ruthless as they were efficient.
• "Drop me off here, please," I begged Nicolas. Instead of stopping right away, he drove down the street and parked in front of my grandmother's house. It was a single-story home— not too big, but charming, with flower beds under every window.
• "How do you even know I live here?" I asked, caught off guard.
• "How could I not? Your grandmother made sure the whole town knew her beloved granddaughter was coming to live here and had been accepted into Siram High. You’re the only newcomer the school has ever made an exception for."
• Thinking about it, Siram was a relatively small town. Of course, news spread fast. I opened the door and muttered a quick 'Thanks.' He smirked at me and stepped out of the car, his expression more relaxed.
• “Looks like you’re not as arrogant as I thought.”
• I averted my gaze, sighing deeply as I stared at my grandmother’s house. I couldn’t just walk in without knowing what Nicolas would do with my secret.
• “We need to talk,” I said, calm but firm.
• “Give me your number,” he said, pulling out his phone and waiting. I gave it to him without hesitation.
• “I’ll send you the address and time. Until then, I won’t say a word to anyone about you.”
• “And if I don’t show up?” I challenged.
• “Take that risk and you’ll find out tomorrow.”
• Despite the seriousness in his expression and the way his words sounded like a threat, his eyes and voice carried a gentleness he probably wouldn’t have shown if I weren’t his idol. I nodded. That was enough for him—he turned and left.