Theodore stumbled out of his room, looking flustered. "Sis, what’s wrong?"
Isabella glared at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Her shoulders heaved as she struggled to contain her anger. "You’re faking being sick just to avoid school... Do you even understand? Of all pursuits, studying is paramount! In our world, whether human or werewolf, knowledge is power. If you don’t want to be bullied anymore in the future, you must study hard!"
Theodore instantly caved, his sharp peach blossom eyes drooping. As a young werewolf, he could sense the intensity of Isabella's emotions. "Sis, I was wrong."
Isabella’s voice trembled with frustration. "Theodore, I am willing to shield you from storms, but the world is vast, and not all storms can be blocked for you. In the werewolf - human world,
