“Sure…” I sighed, although it felt cathartic to finally tell Sylvia what was on my chest.
Sylvia rubbed her nose against the tip of mine. “Well, don’t be upset anymore. If you keep scowling like that, I’m afraid you’ll get wrinkles early.”
A little embarrassed, I muttered, “I’m not upset.”
“You are! You face is so gloomy that it can make a child cry,” Sylvia pouted, rubbing my cheek with her thumb.
I chuckled and looked at her affectionately. I didn’t move and just let her play with my face.
Finally, Sylvia leaned over and pecked me on the lips. Then she rested her head on my shoulder and murmured, “You know what? My life was a mess before I met you.”
Startled by this sudden confession, I didn’t say anything but held her in my arms.
“At the time, I felt so helpless, thinking about my mother and my hopeless future,” she continued.
My heart ached. I felt sorry for her and I looked at her.
Sylvia seemed to have sensed my gaze. She raised her head and smiled at me warmly. “But things are better now. I have you. I’m no longer sad and I won’t let the past ruin me.”
As Sylvia talked about her childhood, she sat up and tinkered with my hand.
“My mother was stern, but she was thoughtful and more considerate than anyone else. Every time she needed to scold me, I knew she felt worse than I did. I’d catch her secretly wiping her tears because she felt bad about being so strict with me.” Sylvia chuckled softly. It seemed that her warm memories with her mother made her wistful.
Her calmness was infectious, and my restless heart soon became peaceful.
The truth was, I had actually met Sylvia’s mother many years ago.
I was only a teenager at the time. We had met at a celebration ceremony of the empire. Sylvia’s mother had come to the imperial palace with the Alpha of their pack. While she had a very serious look about her, her smile was very gentle.
Thinking of this, I suddenly thought about Sylvia’s mysterious origin.
Sylvia carried a lycan bloodline. Plus, in the forbidden forest, she showed mysterious power that could attract those crows to fight for her, which made me feel a little uneasy. But when I had her background investigated, we found that her mother was just an ordinary she-wolf.
Which meant that Sylvia’s power came from her father’s side…
Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Sylvia. She was still reminiscing her past.
After a moment’s hesitation, I asked, “What about your father? Did you ever meet him?”
Sylvia’s POV
At the mention of the word “father”, my mind went blank. It was a very strange word to me, and there was nothing my mind could conjure to describe my father.
I lowered my head sadly. “I’ve never had a father.”
“Didn’t your mother tell you anything about him?” Rufus cocked his head to the side, confused.
I shook my head and hunched my shoulders. “No. One time, when I was a child, I heard another child gossiping about me right to my face. He said that my mother was a whore who left the pack and then came back pregnant with me, which was why no man wanted us. Hearing this, I taught him a lesson. Since then, no child wanted to play with me-that is, except Shawn.”
Recalling this, the pain from the past resurfaced like a throbbing scar. “The truth is, I didn’t care so much about being the black sheep. What I cared about was my mother. She was such a good she-wolf and didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
Rufus’ expression darkened. “What if your father’s still alive? Maybe there’s a reason why your mother didn’t talk about him.”
I lowered my head and didn’t reply, lost in my own thoughts.
When I was a child, I had sometimes asked my mother about my father, but she always said the same thing: that my father had left for a faraway place.
And whenever I asked, she always looked so sad. I didn’t want to make her sad, so I slowly learned to stop asking about my father’s whereabouts.
When I was older, I came to believe that either my father had abandoned us or he had died.
Compared with my longing for father’s love in my childhood, now I wanted an answer more.
So even if my father had chosen to leave me and my mother, I hoped that he was still alive.
“Before my mother died, she gave me something, saying that I’d find my father with it.” I suddenly remembered and raised my head to look at Rufus. “But because I was a slave, I wasn’t able to leave my pack for years and was never able to try looking for my father.”
“Did you bring it with you here?” Rufus asked.
I nodded. “Yes. Flora has seen it, too. She said that my father might’ve come from her pack.”
“Why? Is it a symbol of the pack?” Rufus frowned slightly, trying to put the pieces together.
I shrugged, not sure of the answer myself. “It’s a pattern. Flora said it was a totem that their pack used to use before. I actually had planned to go to her pack after I finished school. Maybe I’d find some clues there.”
Although chances of finding my father were slim, I was still hopeful.
But there was a nagging fear in my heart that my father was already dead.
“Can you show it to me? If it’s an old pack symbol, maybe I can find a lead.” Rufus looked at me, his eyes flashing with determination. “Your mother didn’t want to tell you who your father was when she was still alive, which means your identity isn’t so simple. Your father probably isn’t an ordinary werewolf, so we will have to think out of the box and look for him in an unorthodox way.”
“Unorthodox? What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side, not understanding where he was going with this.
Rufus smiled and ruffled my hair. “Silly girl, you have to show me what your mom left you first before I can figure out how to begin the search for your father.”
“Oh, okay. But it’s in my dormitory. Let’s go back and get it.”
It was getting dark and night was about to fall. Perhaps I could have dinner with Rufus after fetching the thing from my dorm.
Rufus got on his feet. Then he helped me up and patted the dry grass off my clothes.
But before we could turn to leave, we suddenly heard ambiguous sounds around us-it was a mix of she-wolves gasps and m0ans and the rustling of clothes. Obviously, some werewolves were having s3x.
And judging from the sounds, there were more than one couple.
My body went stiff. We couldn’t leave, lest we get caught in an awkward situation. Rufus and I exchanged knowing glances and quickly squatted down again.
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