Following the script, I recited my backstory.

“I really am wolfless. When I was little, my Pack was surrounded by human hunters. My mother hid me inside a hollow tree to protect me, but a silver bullet grazed my heart.”

“Although I survived by luck, I lost my ability to transform.”

“I became the lowest and most worthless Rouge in the Pack.”

“I was exiled and could only survive at the edge of the forest, living off wild fruit and scraps. Surviving until now was already a miracle. How would I dare hide humans? I can barely take care of myself. Please spare me!”

The high-ranking werewolf laughed in amusement....