Chapter 79
Chapter 79
ISIDORA
It turned out this was a poor pack, closed off to outsiders, sitting on the edge of the Blue Forest and beaten down by every kind of disaster.
Whether it was the wild animals from the Blue Forest or the adventurers passing through to hunt nearby, everyone took advantage of the Alpha’s weakness and this pack’s over and over again.
Until one day, a huge, gorgeous, wounded brute showed up in my yard, and because I was so kind and selfless, I healed him and took care of him.
Of course, as an intelligent single woman, I kept him as my husband right away.
Blaze didn’t remember why he’d been wounded or how he’d ended up here, and honestly, that made sense. In real life. I didn’t even know where he’d come from either.
“If they didn’t have the guts to be brave when I offered, then they can stay there eating hay for all I care…” he huffed, all pissed off.
Blaze’s strength and nerve had shifted the balance in the pack.
When he kicked the first bandits away after they came back to steal our food again, the others started seeing him as a real leader, not like the cowardly Alpha.
Blaze suggested going deep into the mountains to hunt the beasts that tormented us and came down to eat the crops.
That was when the split happened. There were the brave ones who trusted him, and the ones who didn’t dare follow him into an adventure that could cost them their lives.
It was obvious how it all ended. The hunters and the men of the pack, the families that started crawling out of poverty, and the jealous ones still staring through their windows while the neighbor ate meat.
And now Blaze didn’t trust any of them. Only the people who had followed him from the beginning. If the others wanted to hunt, they had to do it on their own and at their own risk.
“The split in the pack is getting more obvious. I’m afraid there’ll be trouble soon,” I said as I ate, keeping an eye on Amber. who had already made a whole disaster of food around her plate but still insisted on eating by herself.
She looked at me with her mouth smeared in grease, chewing on the rib in her hand just like her father beside her.
They were like two copies of each other. Goddess… how cute.
“Let the Alpha handle the problems. That’s what he’s chief for,” he told me, reaching over to take the scraps of meat stuck to the bone from Amber.
“Baby, careful with your gums. You’ve still got baby fangs…” he whispered with a softness that melted my soul.
Sunlight poured through the window, and outside, the sounds of the countryside carried in. The scent of the garden mixed with the whole scene, and it almost made me cry.
I lowered my head, fixed my eyes on my food, and forced myself to think about the clues… or I would die here, and I would do it happily.
Was the real Blaze outside somewhere, worried sick and looking for me? Maybe… or maybe he’d taken the chance to run.
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