The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 08

The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 08

Life at Northvale Adaptive Academy was far easier than I had imagined.

Here, my pain was taken seriously.

No one thought I was playing it up.

Director Ingrid Shaw winced when she saw how swollen my knee had gotten.

“It’s this bad, and you didn’t tell your family?”

I shook my head with a light smile.

“No. I didn’t want to be their burden anymore.”

She didn’t press the matter. Just called in Dr. Nolan Pierce–one of the best wolf–healing specialists -her eyes red as she did.

She promised I could stay here as long as I wanted.

Director Shaw had first noticed me through the anonymous articles I posted on the Pack forum.

Over the years, I had written many about my experience.

She told me that quite a few students at Northvale had read them.

Some even found the courage to give rehab another chance because of what I wrote.

So she hadn’t just invited me here to treat my leg.

She wanted me to stay and join the academy’s youth program.

And so, I stayed.

In less than two weeks, my sleep improved, and smiles came back to my face far more often.

The wolf inside me, who used to keep her right hind leg curled up out of habit, finally began stretching her body out under the sun.

One afternoon, I went out for a walk with Director Shaw and a few students.

As the wind blew past, two familiar scents hit me first.

My footsteps faltered.

I looked up and saw Mom and Dad.

I’d known I’d see them again.

Just not this soon.

Nor did I expect them to come looking for me on their own.

Having not seen them for half a month, I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but they looked

older than I remembered.

When they saw me, their faces broke into smiles.

“Nola… How have you been lately?”

Director Shaw caught the tension right away.

She patted my shoulder gently.

“I’ll be right nearby.”

A feeling of security I had never experienced before surged through my

I took a step back, putting space between my parents and myself.

My tone was neither hostile nor warm.

“Mom, Dad, why are you here?”

Mom’s lips parted, her eyes reddening.

Dad stepped forward carefully. “Nola, we’re here to take you home.”

Mom nodded rapidly.

“Your leg still hasn’t healed. How can you live on your own?”

“Come home with us. From now on, we’ll never let you suffer again.”

Hearing those words, everything became instantly clear.

They regretted it.

chest.

If this had happened a month ago, I would have burst into tears and thrown myself into their arms.

Because I had waited so long for this moment.

But it was too late.

Even my wolf just watched them in silence.

I could even smile at them without a trace of emotion.

“Mom, Dad, Dr. Pierce told me my leg injury wasn’t actually irreparable.”

“If I had gotten timely treatment and surgery back then, I wouldn’t have ended up disabled for ten

years.”

“So why didn’t you choose to get me the surgery back then?”

All the color drained from Mom’s face.

Dad stammered.

“Back then… we didn’t have the money…”

“No,” I cut in calmly. “You did.”

I had specifically asked how much that surgery cost ten years ago.

Dr. Pierce gave me a figure that made my heart ache.

Ten thousand.

I still remembered the day I returned from the hospital, when Mom decided Sylvie would no longer

do ballet.

To make up for it, she bought Sylvie a pair of high–end luxury custom pointe shoes.

They cost exactly ten thousand dollars.

When she gave Sylvie those shoes, Mom didn’t hide it from me.

With red–rimmed eyes, she glared down at me like I was a criminal.

“Because of you, Sylvie can never dance again! Giving her a pair of shoes is the least she deserves!”

“Nola, look closely. You saved Callum and Sylvie, but they made such huge sacrifices for you too.”

“They don’t owe you anything. Do you hear me?”

But I never wanted them to pay me back for anything.

No one had ever asked me what I wanted.

I didn’t want the money.

I didn’t want Sylvie to sacrifice her dream for me.

I didn’t need Callum to give up his Beta training.

When ten–year–old me ran into that fire, I only had one thought–if Callum and Sylvie died, Mom

and Dad, who loved them so much, would be heartbroken.

I just didn’t want to see them hurt.

I just didn’t understand.

Why saving them made me the villain of the family.

I spent ten years trying to figure it out, and I still didn’t have an answer.

Even now.