The Lightning Wolf Chronicles (Evelyn and Nadia) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: She’s Going to Leave Us

Evelyn’s POV

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“This pack needs strong wolves, needs warriors, needs leaders,” I cut him off. “And me? I’m just a walking reminder that their mother is dead. Living proof that Dad’s in pain and that you’re stuck in an impossible situation.”

Elliot’s face went white. “That’s not –

“If it wasn’t for this Beta blood keeping me tied to the weak kids here, I would’ve bailed ages ago.” My voice stayed weirdly calm. “You know what keeps me? Every time I see those kids getting their asses kicked, I think about how much worse it’d be if I wasn’t around to

take the heat instead.”

“When I graduate, I’m gonna become a warrior. Then I’m out.” I could already picture it. “I’ll find packs that actually need help. Maybe

somewhere I can actually belong.”

A real smile tugged at my lips. “Maybe I’ll even find my mate. Someone who doesn’t know about all this baggage. Someone who won’t

hate me or pity me because of who I am.”

Elliot’s face shifted from pale to gray. He grabbed my shoulders so hard I winced.

“No!” He practically roared. “You can’t leave! This is your home – we’re your family!”

“We get it now,” his voice cracked with desperation. “We’ll change. We’ll treat you right. No one’s gonna hurt you anymore…”

I gently pushed his hands away and stepped back. “You still don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

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“You think I’m some victim who just takes beatings.” My voice got quieter but every word hit like a punch. “Truth is, I choose this. Every hit, every humiliation that was me making a choice. Because if it wasn’t me getting hurt, it’d be some other kid.”

“That’s what breaks my heart. Not that you ignored me, but that you ignore everyone who needs protecting. I kept going. “You can’t see the Omegas shaking in corners. Can’t see the weak ones getting treated like toys. Can’t see how many broken kids there are.”

“We can fix this…” Elliot said desperately.

“Can you?” I shot back. “When you’re leaders, you gonna trash this whole system? You gonna tell all the high-ranking wolves that everyone gets treated equal now? You willing to piss them off for the ‘weaklings’?”

Elliot went quiet.

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“Everything you guys worship? I hate it. Exhaustion crept into my voice. “Survival of the fittest, strong picking on weak… We’re

werewolves. We’ve got brains, feelings, the ability to choose kindness. But you picked the most basic animal bullshit instead.”

“Even the weakest Omega has value. I looked straight at him. “Maybe she can’t fight, but she might cook amazing food for tired warriors.

Maybe she’s not strong, but her voice could comfort someone who’s hurting. Everyone matters, not just the tough ones.”

“If I took your help now, what’s the difference between me and you? I’d just be another person benefiting from this screwed-up system. I’d

become exactly what I can’t stand.”

Elliot’s shoulders sagged like he’d aged ten years in ten seconds.

‘I hope when I leave, it reminds you of something. My voice softened. “Stop always looking up at the stars. Look down at your feet

sometimes. You’ll see completely different stuff there.”

I turned toward my room. At the door, I glanced back. “Thanks for breakfast, Elliot. It was really good.”

Then I closed the door softly.

Elliot’s POV

That door closing sounded like a gunshot in the silent house. I stood there like my feet were glued to the floor.

Evie’s words kept playing in my head. Every sentence was like a knife, cutting open everything I thought I believed in, showing me the rot

underneath.

She was leaving. My sister, my only real family, was walking away from this pack. From me.

And the worst part? I couldn’t think of a single reason to stop her. Because everything she’d said was right.

We had ignored people’s pain. We did worship ‘survival of the fittest’ like it was some sacred law. We really… had never actually seen her.

Not until now. Not until she was ready to walk away.

I collapsed into a chair, head in my hands. The breakfast dishes were still on the table, the cocoa had gone cold. Just like everything else.

I needed to talk to someone. I needed… hell, I didn’t know what I needed. Maybe just someone to tell me there was still a way to fix this

mess.

I cleared the table on autopilot, washed the dishes, then left the house. The sunlight was so bright it hurt, but I kept walking.

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