The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 01

The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 01

There was a rule in my family—everything came second to me.

Because when I was ten, I dragged my twin siblings out of a fire at the cost of crippling my leg.

Silver fragments destroyed my wolf healing-I never ran again.

To “protect” me, Mom banned my sister Sylvie from ballet.

Dad paused my brother Callum’s Beta training.

Lately, my pain grew worse, so I asked Sylvie for her first-floor room.

She threw a frenzy, smashing everything.

Callum didn’t say a word. He just grabbed Sylvie and walked out.

They didn’t come back for three days.

Dad forced me to kneel, while Mom slapped me, screaming..

“Because of you, Sylvie had to give up ballet, and Callum had to stop his Beta training!”

“And now you want to take her room too?”

“Nola, I wish you had just died in that fire!”

I stared at them, frozen.

Deep inside, my wolf curled into a tight ball, tucking away her useless right hind leg.

In that moment, I suddenly remembered the invitation email from Northvale Adaptive Academy, miles away.

My crippled leg couldn’t carry me far.

But far enough to stop being their burden.

…

After kneeling on the cold floor for less than five minutes, sharp, needle-like pains pierced through my knee.

Deep in my mind, my wolf licked her injured leg, letting out a soft whimper.

My body trembled uncontrollably.

Mom and Dad saw it.

In the past, they would have pulled me up immediately and rushed me to the Pack clinic.

But this time?

Dad’s grip on my shoulder didn’t loosen.

Mom’s expression remained ice-cold.

“Seriously? You can’t even last five minutes?”

“Nola Varen, haven’t we let you have your way enough?”

Humiliation and bitterness choked me like a hand around my throat.

The words “It really hurts” got stuck in my throat.

In the end, I said nothing.

I just gritted my teeth, desperately fighting not to collapse.

Just as I was about to give out, Mom’s phone rang.

She picked up, and her face lit up instantly.

“They’re both found?”

“Okay, we’re coming right now.”

We rushed to the Pack Office.

Callum and Sylvie looked filthy after being gone for three days, but their expressions were still defiant.

The Pack patrol officer standing nearby looked furious.

“Another thirty minutes, and they would have been lured out of Pennsylvania by a fake job offer.”

Mom burst into tears on the spot, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

Sylvie broke free from her embrace, her face twisted with resentment.

“Save the act. We almost got scammed because we were trying to pay back what we owe Nola!”

Callum added coldly, “Name a price. How much to clear the debt for saving our lives?”

Hearing that, Mom sobbed even harder.

“It’s all our fault. You don’t owe Nola anything. Stop trying to pay anything back.”

Dad kept whispering comforting words to them, his eyes full of regret and guilt.

I stood by the entrance of the Pack Office, watching the four of them hold each other.

My wolf let out a muted whimper in my chest.

Suddenly, I felt like I was the one who didn’t belong here.

I didn’t even have the courage to step inside.

Right then, my phone buzzed.

It was Aldercrest Rehabilitation Clinic.

Today was supposed to be my rehab appointment.

They finally looked at me.

Sylvie’s lips curled into a cold “I knew it” smirk.

Callum immediately dodged Dad’s hand on his shoulder.

I pulled my lips into a smile that looked worse than crying.

Before I could speak, Mom snatched the phone from my hand.

“Nola won’t be going to rehab anymore.”

She hung up, cutting off Dr. Ward before he could finish.

I knew what he was going to say.

He had warned me a week ago that the complications from my silver burns were getting worse.

If I quit rehab now, I would most likely lose the leg entirely.

Yet I said nothing.

Mom and Dad had already turned back around, smiling as they comforted Callum and Sylvie.

I watched silently, suddenly realizing something with a daze—

They hadn’t smiled at me like that in a very long time.

My phone screen was still open to the invitation email from Northvale Adaptive Academy.

Northvale wasn’t just a rehab center for injured wolves.

It housed one of the most advanced adaptive training and wolf rehabilitation research programs in North America.

A few months ago, the director noticed several articles I had anonymously posted on the Pack forum.

She said my insights on injured wolves, wolf healing, and Pack life were profound and vivid.

So Northvale offered me a spot.

The email ended with: [Northvale would like to give you a chance to start over.]

I stared at those words for a few seconds.

Then, I hit confirm.