Chapter 1 A Few Days Ago: The Betrayal In The Forest

• The forest was silent that night, eerily too. The only sounds were the soft crunch of dry leaves beneath my shoes and the occasional screech of an owl far off in the distance.
• I had followed her, my mother. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t stay back. Something in me knew something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it, but I had to see for myself.
• She was ahead of me, her figure moving with purpose under the moonlight. Her face was cold, empty, nothing like the woman who had once comforted me, who had always promised me everything would be okay.
• This woman was a stranger.
• I stayed hidden behind the trees, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t want to believe what I thought was happening, but the pit in my stomach told me otherwise. My father, sick and frail, had been in the backseat of the car. The illness had drained him, leaving him weak and unable to fight. His body had been a shell of the man who once held me in his arms, full of life and laughter.
• But now, there was nothing left of that strength.
• I watched as my mother opened the car door and pulled my father’s limp body out, his head hitting the dirt with a dull thud. A sick wave of panic hit me, and I couldn’t look away.
• This couldn’t be happening.
• She didn’t even seem to care. There was no tenderness, no sign of the woman who had once cared for him. She just dropped him there, like he was nothing more than a burden. And as he lay there on the cold earth, barely breathing, something inside me snapped.
• From the shadows, they emerged.
• Wolves.
• Their eyes glowed with hunger, and I felt my heart seize in terror. They moved closer, their growls low and threatening. My father was too weak to move. He was barely alive, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He had no chance.
• The wolves didn’t hesitate. They descended upon him with brutal force. I heard his scream, weak and desperate, but there was nothing I could do. I was too far, too helpless. My body refused to move, frozen in place by the sheer horror of it all.
• They tore into him, their teeth sinking into his flesh. His screams became muffled, fading as the wolves devoured him. Piece by piece, they tore him apart. And my mother? She stood there, motionless, like a statue. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink.
• I wanted to scream. I wanted to run to him, to help him, but my feet wouldn’t move. I could only watch as the wolves did their work, and my father’s life bled out into the earth. It was brutal, savage.
• My father’s cries were no longer heard, only the terrible sounds of the wolves tearing him apart.
• When they were done, there was nothing left but bones.
• The wolves vanished as quickly as they had come, leaving behind only the silence of the forest.
• And my mother?
• She didn’t move. She didn’t even look back. She simply turned and drove away, leaving my father’s remains behind, as if he had never existed.
• I stayed where I was, hidden in the darkness, unable to move. I couldn’t process what had just happened. My father, gone. And my mother?
• I felt my legs trembling beneath me as I finally turned and ran. I couldn’t stay there any longer. I couldn’t bear the image of my father’s final moments. But the image was already burned into my mind, seared into my soul.
• I didn’t know why my mother had done it. Why had she let him go like that?
• But one thing was clear: I would make them all pay for what they had done.
• I didn’t know how, but I knew I would find a way.
• My name is Beta, and one day, I would make them pay.