Sister?
Grey was slightly taken aback.
His parents only had him. When he was still a cub, the family had moved to the human world.
They worked for humans, earning money to buy meat, but in the end, they were crushed to death by a collapsing wall at a construction site. They reverted to their wolf forms upon death, and the contractor fled without a trace.
He had no family left.
Not a brother or sister.
While at the Luna Palace, he had once considered it his home and Alpha Roderick there as his most respected elder brother.
But he had made mistakes.
He had hurt Catriona and must have disappointed the Alpha.
Yet, this round, short woman, barely reaching his chest, had shown him kindness more than once.
He felt a sense of acceptance.
Finally, he lowered his head and mumbled, "I'm leaving."
This time, he truly was leaving.
Eulalia followed him to the door, sincerely saying, "If you ever need help, you can come to me. Goodbye."
Grey nodded behind her back and walked away with large strides.
He took the stairs; he didn't like elevators.
When he reached the first floor, he saw three humans waiting by the elevator. He looked away, preparing to leave quickly and distance himself from them.
At that moment, a chubby man in a black T-shirt, looking about twenty, said, "Mom, she lives on the fifth floor. I've confirmed it!"
"This ungrateful girl. I raised her, but I might as well have raised a dog. Now she's living well and has forgotten her mother. She's even bought a house, and I didn't know."
"Mom, don't call her that anymore; she's now called Eulalia. Don't upset her. I came to get her help." This was spoken by another man, in his thirties, very thin.
Grey heard the name.
He stopped.
The fifth floor, Eulalia—were these people looking for her?
The woman, almost sixty, was short and chubby, with dark, sun-weathered skin and a face marked by age—clearly someone often exposed to the sun.
"I'm her mother. So what if she's angry? What's she going to do? Even if I give her a beating, no one would dare say anything!"
Grey frowned, turned around, and saw the elevator doors open as the group entered.
He thought for a moment, then turned toward the stairs.
Then, he stood at the fifth-floor stairwell, watching as the elevator doors opened and the three people rushed out.
They went straight to Eulalia's door, pounding—no, slamming on it.
"Open up! Bxxtch! I know you're in there! Are you not acknowledging your own mother?""
"That! Open the door. Don't pretend you don't hear us."
"Eulalia, it's me, your big brother."
"Eulalia, it's me, your brother, Mom, and I have come to see you. Alright, Mom, don't get so worked up."
The mother glared angrily. "How can I not be worked up? Talking about cutting ties and disappearing for years, only to be hiding here!"
With that, she pounded harder on the door. "You ungrateful girl, open the door! Think you're too good for us now?"
Grey watched this scene, his gaze sharp and growing colder.
He looked toward the door, focusing his hearing slightly.
Then, he heard Eulalia's angry, frustrated voice from inside.
"This is infuriating! Which idiot told them where I live?"
"Well, I'm not opening the door! Go ahead, break it down if you can!"
Grey:...
He couldn't help but recall two weeks ago, when he refused to eat, and this woman had grabbed his head and stuffed meat into his mouth.
Since then, Eulalia had never shown that fierce side again, and he had almost forgotten she had one.
Eulalia's voice continued.
"Just get lost! So noisy! Now you come to find me, expecting me to cover the bill for your precious son? Not a chance!"
"Ugh... when will they leave? It's so annoying."
Grey listened quietly, then headed directly toward the people at the door.
Dealing with these humans was going to be quite simple.
Though he didn't want to touch them, he had no choice—and he didn't have gloves.
So then.
The three were about to say something when, in the next moment, a hand grabbed the back of the two men's shirts, lifting them off the ground.
"What the...!!"
"Ahhhh!!"
The mother had been pounding on the door, yelling at her daughter, when she heard her son cry out in surprise. Curiously, she turned around and saw a tall, slender young man holding one of her sons in each hand.
Though he was thin, he effortlessly held her two grown sons and glared at her with a fierce frown, "Get lost!"
"You..." The mother was shocked by the boy's strength and felt a hint of fear, but she was also angry. "What do you think you're doing? Put them down right now."
The two began to struggle, but Grey lost his patience, smashing the two brothers together. They, not used to pain, cried out and fell silent.
Anyone who could lift him and his brother so easily with one hand was no ordinary person—he was intimidated.
The mother never expected to encounter someone this strong while coming to confront her daughter.
Grey had no time for idle chatter. He carried the two men to the window by the fifth-floor staircase, glancing at the mother. "Not leaving, are you? I'll throw them out, then come back for you."
This was the fifth floor.
A fall from here would be deadly.
The man couldn't break free and was held halfway out the window. He could feel the wind on his face, and for a moment, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"We'll go! We'll leave right now! Don't throw me! Mom! Come over here, let's go!"
He never imagined that coming to get something out of his cheap little sister, especially since his older brother lacked of money, would lead to encountering this crazy powerhouse.
The mother was frightened as well.
As a woman who hadn't even finished elementary school, she might be tough with neighbors and argue with her daughter, but she had never encountered someone this unhinged.
"Let them go! I'll leave, I'll leave."
"Sorry, we've come to the wrong place. We'll leave right away."
The mother and her two sons left as quickly as they had come.
The hallway quieted down, and the once-closed door clicked softly as it opened from the inside.
Eulalia peeked her head out, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
Grey: "I chased them off," he said, "They won't bother you anymore, right?"
Eulalia shook her head.
After a while, she slowly said, "Why don't you stay for now? They'll probably come back, and you werewolves... you're pretty strong, huh?"
She opened the door, winking at Grey. "Hey, boy, help your sister out, alright? Don't leave yet, and I'll treat you to something tasty later."
