Chapter 73: Painful memory

A 10-year-old Seraphina rocked back and forth on the swing made in the pack's garden for children, alone, with a sullen expression on her face.

Her heart constricted as she watched other children of her age playing and laughing with their mothers.

Mother... Her wide eyes grew teary, and her chest choked with feelings, and she was once again reminded of the fact that her mother was dead.

A tear dripped down, then two. She raised her hand to wipe her face before wincing as her wrist was broken and cheek was swollen due to her father's beating.

Everything was going fine. It was her own fault that she was in this situation! Why did she have to be so stupid? If only. If only she hadn't told them of her damn vision of the pack's ruin, her mother wouldn't have had to protect her and die in the process.

Everything was her fault. Her father's abuse, the pack's mistreatment, the children's bullying, her brother's neglect, it was all her fault.