I Risked My Life to Awaken My White Wolf for Them, Then Learned It Was a Prank Chapter 08

My mother’s head snapped up.

“No. I’m her mother.”

“Ivy still needs heart treatment, and Mason needs to finish his training. That money belongs to this family.”

Adrian backed toward the door, staring at them like he’d never seen them before.

“I’m the beneficiary.”

“You’ve lived off her for years. Haven’t you taken enough?”

“That money-you won’t see a single cent of it.”

He slammed the door behind him.

Mason chased after him furiously.

“That money is my sister’s life!”

From the hallway came Adrian’s cold voice.

“She owed me.”

Inside the apartment, my mother and Mason pounded on the door.

Ivy clutched her chest, gasping for air.

“Mom… my heart hurts…”

But this time, no one had time for her.

The first month after losing me, the consequences hit faster than they’d imagined.

The insurance company denied Adrian’s claim. Death caused by an awakening drug didn’t qualify as a standard accident.

The investigation records also proved I’d taken the drug knowingly, despite its potential lethality-triggering the policy’s exclusion clause.

And there was something else.

After a high council review, it was determined that traces of Nora’s essence, though faint, had not completely disappeared.

It was strange.

Adrian’s car was repossessed for missed payments. The elders, citing gross negligence and damage to the

pack’s reputation, formally stripped him of his Alpha position.

With no status, no income, no prestige, he ended up in a basement apartment on the outskirts of the city, drowning himself in alcohol.

My family didn’t fare any better.

The landlord had seen the news and refused to let them stay. My mother had to move Mason and Ivy into a broken-down trailer outside the city.

One night, the flimsy door was kicked in.

Several rogues stormed inside.

Mason hid behind the bed in terror. The lead rogue overturned the table.

“Mason, your debt from the underground gambling ring has tripled.”

“If you can’t pay tonight, you’ll pay another way.”

My mother knelt and grabbed his leg.

“Just give us a few more days.”

“My oldest daughter just died. We don’t have anything left.”

The rogue shook her off and sneered.

“That white wolf daughter of yours sure knew how to rake in the cash, didn’t she?”

“What, she dies and suddenly you’re all deadbeats?”

He dragged Mason out from his hiding spot.

“Pay up.”

Mason was shaking all over.

“I don’t have money! My sister always handled this before!”

He suddenly pointed at Ivy in the corner.

“Ask her. She’s a streamer. She can make money!”

Ivy screamed.

“My account got banned!”

The rogue walked over and looked her up and down.

“Then you’ll come work for us across the border.”

“Do that, and we forget the debt ever existed.”

My mother’s eyes went wide.

The Thanksgiving holiday, which had started so similarly, was now playing out almost the same way.

Several rogues grabbed Ivy.

“Mom, help me!”

She sobbed and shook, exactly like that night’s performance. Except this time, there was no livestream

script, and no sister to stand in front of her.

My mother rushed forward to stop them and was shoved to the ground.

Mason huddled against the wall, too afraid to use the warrior skills he’d just learned.

Ivy suddenly clutched her chest and collapsed. Her heart condition had flared up.

The rogues didn’t want any trouble, so they muttered a few curses and took off, leaving them with one last

deadline.

My mother searched through every box and found only an empty pill bottle. Before, whenever the medicine ran low, I’d always bought more ahead of time.

She picked up her phone, sobbing, and called Adrian.

“Save Ivy. She’s dying.”

From the other end came a drunken, bitter laugh.

“When she died, didn’t you all laugh pretty hard?”

“Now it’s your turn to save yourselves.”

The call was cut off.