It's so difficult to make a sick person accept the severity of her illness. Emma sighed deeply, "Mom, please, you must take the medicine."

She tried to pry open her mother's mouth, but it's hard to defy a rebellious sick person. The severely ill woman tightly clenched her mouth, refusing to let Emma feed her the medicine.

Emma felt as though she should be the one with the splitting headache. They had been at a standstill for a long time, at least since she woke up, and now it had been half an hour. Her persuasions had still not succeeded. She tried to make her mother realize that the medication was effective, but her mother pushed them away, using her hoarse voice to forcefully reject the pills.

"Stop bothering me, Emma!" the woman screamed.

Emma looked at her mother, in her dying state, with a complex mix of emotions.

For Emma, her mother was not a very suitable mother. She was too young when she had Emma and hadn't acquired the mark of a partner. She felt overwhelmed by having this unexpected child.

For so many years, she still hadn't learned how to get along with this child. Their relationship had always been strained; they constantly argued or maintained a cold war, until her mother was diagnosed with leukemia by the pack doctor.

The body of a werewolf and a human's body are not the same; there are very few people in the werewolf society who get cancer. Yet, it seemed that Emma's mother had the most severe form of cancer, progressing rapidly, nearly taking her life.

Just three months after her diagnosis, she was already lying in bed awaiting death.

"I wish so much that I could see the day you find a partner, instead of staying here with me, this dying person, in this squalid little hut."

"Mom, don't speak like that," Emma said, holding the medicine in her hand. The medicine required a lot of money, and their family was already very poor.

Her mother painfully delivered this news, "I have informed your father, he will take you in after I die."

Emma wasn't sure if her mother was a bit delirious from her illness. She had long assumed she didn't have a father, even though her mother had long been stuck in the pain of not having the mark of a partner. But that didn't mean she needed a father.

For 16 years, she had just learned to live without a father, growing up under the bullying of other wolves. Now, because her mother was about to leave, she felt like a useless package, thrown to the father who had abandoned them.

She didn't accept this outcome.

"Mom, wait for me to go to work, be a good girl and take the medicine, I'll come back to be with you."

Emma went out to the part-time coffee shop. She decided to find Alpha Edward on the way to confirm if she needed to change her mother's doctor or medication.

Even though she had no money left, she still wanted her mother to be more comfortable, rather than dealing with these strange things.

During this critical period of her mother's illness, her father hadn't fulfilled his duties!

Her mom didn't need a partner, and she didn't need a father either!

She had seen her mother's painful appearance from losing the mark of a partner. She didn't want her own future life to be spent seeking pheromones and a mark, instead of being free.

...

At the distant Silver Moon Pack.

"Patrick, have you ever thought about choosing a partner? You're already 20 years old, as Alpha of the pack, it's time to choose a strong she-wolf to be your Luna," Patrick's mother, Jennifer, said. Patrick took a bottle of milk from the fridge, lazily prying the cap open with a small knife, not even bothering to look at his mother. He hated it when people kept emphasizing that he needed a Luna. He stubbornly waited for the gift destined for him by the moon goddess-his fated partner.

"Jennifer, don't disturb him, he has already emphasized that, he wants to wait for his fated partner," said Nelson, Patrick's mother's new partner.

Patrick didn't like this man. It wasn't just because of his late father's memory; he always felt a subtle hostility towards this man.

But since he had spoken for himself, Patrick glanced at Nelson and nodded slightly.

Some of Nelson's qualities made Patrick uncomfortable.

Nelson was not a werewolf. Patrick never understood why his mother had chosen such a new partner, but it wasn't his business. His father was already dead, and it was natural for his mother to want a new partner.

As long as he didn't harm his mother or the pack, Patrick mused, it didn't matter if he wasn't a wolf; the pack wouldn't fall into Nelson's hands.

But Nelson had a problem today. He looked absent-minded. Patricksaw his mother holding his hand. "Nelson, dear, don't worry, everything will be okay."

Nelson looked up at her, furrowing his brow, "How can you say that?"

There was a hint of anger in his voice. Patrick couldn't help but feel curious about what had happened.

"What's going on?" he couldn't help but ask. Nelson, in a troubled state of mind, lowered his head, tapping his fingertips restlessly on the edge of the sink. Seeing he didn't answer, Patrick's gaze turned back to his mother.

"Nelson's fated partner is about to die," his mother replied.

Patrick's eyes widened.

"You have a partner, and she is the one destined for you by the moon goddess, and she's still alive? Then why did you join with my mother!" Patrick detested anyone who betrayed their fated partners. A partner was a gift from the goddess, a relationship coveted by many!

But this guy abandoned his own partner to be with his mother, a betrayal that was unforgivable.

"You've abandoned your partner to die!" Patrick shouted. He couldn't contain his anger, "And now you've deceived both me and my mother!"

Patrick's mother tried to calm him down, but Nelson remained silent, not attempting to defend himself. In fact, he didn't have much to defend.

Nelson looked up at Patrick, took a deep breath. "I did find her, I just never marked her. And we have a child."

Patrick's anger turned into surprise and confusion, "You never marked her, but you have a child with her?" Patrick repeated.

"Yes, a daughter. I plan to bring her back later," Nelson's voice sounded weary.