I sat helplessly in front of the hospital. All the things that I had never expected to happen came crashing down on me like water released from the floodgates, making it hard for me to breathe.
I'd always known that I'd be treated badly as an inferior wolf, but now that I was experiencing it, I realized how naïve I was in the past. I found it hard to accept all the things that had been happening to me.
Tears flowed down my face and I started to cry loudly. The child in my arms must have sense my emotions and cried along, as if complaining about the injustices the world had thrown into our faces.
But what was the use of crying? No one would care about us anyway. Many werewolves passing us by stopped and looked at me with contempt, almost as if they could immediately tell that I was an inferior wolf without a mate.
