Mama stayed quiet for a long time, then took my hand and led me to the carriage bound for the Rutledge Pack's manor.
From then on, I stopped calling Jameson "Papa."
Grandma Wolf told me he'd missed his last chance to make things right.
Mama and Papa had a fight.
Last night, I couldn't sleep right.
When I woke, I overheard Papa demanding the little pup in Mama's belly, saying he needed it as a cure for someone.
Mama refused and slapped him hard across the face.
Before storming off, Papa growled at the Flower mansion head that he was done covering Mama's fees, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
He spun around and barged into another room.
Mama's hand clutched her belly, tears streaming down like a river.
I pounded on Papa's door, but he roared, "Get lost!"
He'd never spoken to me like that before.
The madam, always good at keeping up appearances, took my hand and tried to soothe Mama:
"Fights happen, but you'll make up. You're still pure, even in this filthy place, and you've got a pup to think of."
A month's club visa fee was worth way more than a regular gig.
Papa had been covering it for eight years straight.
Yvonne slipped in from outside, saw Flower manor head Laura's state, and hurried to help her into the room.
"Just hold on," she said, coughing weakly between words. "He just earned glory in battle. Didn't he promise you the place of his true mate?"
Laura shook her head and pulled me close. "Clara's almost grown into a she-wolf. He should've bought us out long ago."
Yvonne smiled faintly. "To claim you, he'd need a fortune."
The Flower Manor she-wolves said when Mama was first brought by the trader, every club in the pack fought to have her.
Laura spent a fortune to train her as the top she-wolf, and that's what made Papa fall for her at first sight.
I perched on the windowsill, watching a few pack enforcers strut into the club.
The next moment, chaos erupted outside. Laura burst in, frantic:
"The higher-ups ordered this place shut down!"
"What happens to us?" Mama asked, her voice tight, gripping my hand in panic.
Yvonne sat still, her face blank, maybe too shocked to react.
The madam's eyes gleamed with a scheme. "The enforcers gave us three days, so I'm giving you she-wolves three days too."
"Anyone who gets bought out, I'll let go without taking a single extra coin."
"But after three days, if no one claims you, you're coming with me to my old pack in the sticks, working the grindstone in the labor dens."
I didn't know what a labor den was, but Mama's hand trembled in mine.
The news threw the Flower Manor into a frenzy.
Everyone scrambled to pack their belongings, hoping a favored wolf would show up to spare them a life of hardship in the far-off pack.
And just like that, Mama became the envy of the manor.
"Katherine's got it easy," they whispered. "Jameson might be mad, but he won't abandon his two pups, right?"
"I heard him say before he left for battle that if he won, he'd come back with a fortune and a grand ceremony to bind with Katherine in style. No wonder she's not sweating it."
Their words dripped with jealousy or admiration, but I knew the truth-Mama was terrified.
She spent the night packing her gold and silver trinkets, handing them all to the servant who swept the garden, begging her to take me away.
The first day, plenty of familiar she-wolves were bought out. Papa didn't show.
The second day, most of the others left, leaving only the old, sick, or weak behind. Still no Papa.
That night, as I slept, I felt someone gently touch my face, whispering, "Clara, I've let you down, but there are things you don't understand. I've got my reasons."
When I woke, it was still dark. I crept to the window and saw Mama downstairs, talking to someone in a covered litter.
Her face showed no joy or sorrow. Probably just another she-wolf being carried off to a new life.
On the third day, Papa finally came.
A fortune was paraded before the manor, and the pack hadn't seen anything like it. Wolves gathered, buzzing with gossip.
Laura urged Mama to change into something proper while pinching my cheek, telling me to enjoy my new life as a highborn pup.
I held Yvonne's hand-she was the only one who'd turned down a suitor's offer to buy her freedom, choosing to stay.
I wanted Papa to take her with us too.
He approached with a big grin, heading toward Mama and me. I figured if he apologized, I'd forgive him.
But he brushed past Mama, touched Yvonne's belly, and said with deep affection:
"I've brought the fortune. From now on, as you wished, we'll never be unbound."