Abandoned Wolf Pup A Teddy Bear Recorded All the Abandonment of His Dad Chapter 04

Abandoned Wolf Pup A Teddy Bear Recorded All the Abandonment of His Dad Chapter 04

Three Days Remaining

Sammy’s preschool hosted a parent-child eye-protection themed class. His teacher had called me ahead of time.

“Mrs. Smith, Sammy has barely said a word lately.”

“All he keeps saying is that his daddy is in a grave.”

“It would mean so much to Sammy if Dr. Vale could attend in person.”

Benjamin agreed.

He told me he had no surgeries scheduled that day and would definitely attend.

When Sammy overheard, he stationed himself by the front door waiting.

He wore a crisp white button-down shirt with his name tag pinned to the chest, and the light-blocking goggles his pack healer had prescribed over his right eye.

At first he’d refused to put them on, scared his father would dislike how he looked.

It had taken gentle coaxing to get him to wear them.

One minute before the class was set to start, Benjamin showed up late.

As soon as he stepped inside, another parent spotted him.

“Dr. Vale, thank you for treating my pup-his eyes finally healed completely thanks to you.”

Benjamin nodded politely, falling right back into his polished public persona-professional, warm, and dependable.

A moment later, Chloe walked in holding a young boy’s hand.

His name was Tommy, Chloe’s nephew.

Chloe wore a white sundress with delicate glitter makeup beneath her eyes.

When she spotted me, she offered a half-apologetic smile.

“Madison, I hope you don’t mind us dropping by unexpectedly.”

“Tommy’s been complaining his eyes hurt lately, so I asked Ben to bring him along to listen in.”

The teacher looked caught off guard.

“This event is only for our students and their parents.”

Tommy tilted his head up toward Benjamin and declared loudly, “He’s my daddy, Daddy Ben.”

Chloe chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Benjamin didn’t correct him. Instead, he pulled out a chair for the boy.

“Have a seat.”

Standing beside me, Sammy slowly curled his small fingers into the hem of his shirt.

Soon it was time for the parent-child activity: a blindfolded picture identification game.

When Sammy’s turn came, he carried his flashcards to the front of the room.

Benjamin had just pushed his chair back to stand when Tommy suddenly pointed at Sammy’s protective goggles and shouted, “Why’s he wearing those? He looks like a scary monster.”

Silence fell over the classroom.

Sammy’s head drooped, his small hand lifting to touch his goggles.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Benjamin beat me to it.

“Tommy, that’s not a kind thing to say,” he said, his voice calm but clear.

I felt a flicker of relief-until he turned to Sammy.

“That said, Sammy, this is just a preschool activity.”

“You can take your goggles off for this activity.”

I froze. “Benjamin?”

He frowned at me.

“The classroom lighting isn’t harsh at all.”

“There’s no need for goggles here–you’ll make people think your eye condition is worse than it

is.”

Sammy’s hand hovered near his goggles.

The teacher grew visibly awkward.

“Dr. Vale, Sammy’s healer specifically instructed he needs to avoid bright light after surgery-”

Benjamin cut her off flatly.

“I’m an ophthalmologist.”

He knelt in front of Sammy, his movements soft and seemingly tender.

Yet his words sliced sharp as a poisoned dagger laced with wolfbane.

“Sammy, you’re an Alpha. You need to be braver than this.”

“Don’t keep demanding everyone’s attention.”

Hesitantly, Sammy pulled the goggles off.

The harsh overhead fluorescent lights flooded into his vulnerable eyes.

He flinched hard, the corners of his eyes instantly turning red.

I lunged forward and slipped the goggles back onto him.

“Benjamin, have you lost your mind?”

Benjamin’s face darkened.

“Madison, watch your demeanor in front of everyone!”

Tommy curled into Chloe’s side and whispered, “Daddy Ben, she’s being mean.”

Chloe stroked his back soothingly.

“It’s alright, Daddy Ben will keep you safe.”

Sammy heard every word.

He set his flashcards back on the table, unpinned his name tag, and slipped it into my bag.

“Mommy, I don’t want to play anymore.”

At home, Sammy refused to eat dinner.

He curled up with his teddy bear and recorded a quiet line.

“Teddy, Daddy says my eyes aren’t that bad.”

“So I won’t say anything whenever they hurt from now on.”

I sat outside his bedroom door. In that moment, I finally understood the cruelest part of Benjamin’s harm toward Sammy wasn’t just his absence.

It was that he saw every ounce of his son’s pain, yet pressured the child to pretend none of it existed.

That evening, I received texts from Sammy’s pack healer:

[If a post-surgery child experiences eye pain, light sensitivity, or excessive tearing, emergency evaluation is required immediately.]

[Sustained elevated eye pressure can lead to irreversible optic nerve damage if left untreated.]

I saved the message to my evidence folder.

One Day Remaining

When Sammy woke up the next morning, his face was unnaturally pale.

He sat upright in bed, both hands pressed tight against his right eye.

“Mommy, my eye feels puffy and tight.”