Eight Years in the Beast World Chapter 2

After spitting up that mouthful of blood, my three-day illness finally lifted.

My heart felt suddenly at peace.

Suddenly, nothing seemed to matter anymore.

I stepped out of the cave. The tribe was still full of cheerful laughter.

Young wolf-children ran everywhere.

A small wolf-child saw me and excitedly ran to my side:

"Lady, Lady, the Harvest Night is coming soon. Will you dance with the chief again this year?"

I smiled and shook my head. Suddenly a wolf woman hurried over, pulling the child away with an apologetic look at me.

My face wore a resigned smile. For the six years before Lena arrived, I had danced with Ryan every Harvest Night.

But since Lena returned to the wolf tribe, Ryan never let me participate in activities meant for the chief and his lady.

Two years ago, I would have thrown a fit upon hearing about Harvest Night, insisting I was the chief's lady and forbidding anyone else to dance with Ryan.

But now I no longer cared.

Harvest Night was the wolf tribe's annual celebration.

The festival opened with a dance between the wolf tribe chief and his lady, followed by a grand feast lasting the entire night.

The sky was just beginning to darken, but the tribe was already lively.

I simply watched. Over eight years, every brick and beam of the wolf tribe bore my handprint.

Even the tribe's stable food supply depended entirely on me.

I'd maintained the wolf tribe to its current self-sufficient state—it hadn't been easy.

Thinking about abandoning all this made my heart ache.

Seeing me standing still, Ryan assumed I was about to cause a scene.

He frowned as he approached:

"Lena is one of our wolf people, after all. You're just an outsider. It's most appropriate for her to dance with me. Don't make a big deal out of nothing tonight."

I turned to look at Ryan with an indifferent expression.

"Whatever."

Hearing my response, Ryan remained unconvinced. The past two years, I'd always thrown fits, refusing to let Lena dance with Ryan.

But each time ended with me being locked up.

While the three of them laughed together.

"You woman, I suggest you know your place. Sister Lena is Father's perfect match. You're just an outsider, not even one of our wolf people."

"Sister Lena is the most beautiful person in our wolf tribe."

I looked down at this person who called himself my son.

I felt that in five years' time, everything had gone wrong.

I'd tried countless times to correct my son's discriminatory, twisted thinking, but it was futile.

Every time I tried to teach him modern knowledge and principles, I was met with his unreasonable tantrums and disdainful looks.

Perhaps he'd been rotten from the very beginning.

From now on, I'd made my peace with it.