Chapter 7
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Camila was escorted back to the refugee house. It was morning in the Western Wood Pack, and her eyes took in the pack house that stood farther away from the refugee house.
Camila wondered what would be in store for her after her pregnancy test results came out.
"Come with me." The guard took her to the pack's doctor, who was a middle-aged woman.
The doctor smiled kindly at Camila and ushered her to have a seat in her office.
"You look so pale and malnourished. And you're from the Eastern Wood Pack too," the female doctor said while Camila sat silently, watching her draw blood into a test tube.
Camila winced a little, and when the doctor was finished, the guard came back to escort her to the refugee house.
Camila's stomach growled with hunger, but she didn’t see any of the other refugees eating. She was sure it was already noon, yet they hadn’t eaten anything since morning.
As she entered the hall, she noticed a crowd waiting. She walked slowly to a corner and stood, afraid and staring around the large hall to understand why everyone had gathered and when they would be given something to eat.
Camila remembered how Henry Dominic had stared at her during her questioning by his father, and she met his gaze as well.
A smile crept across her face at the memory, but then two guards walked into the refugee hall, and the room fell silent as whispering ceased.
Camila saw two female slaves in blue uniforms walking into the hall with the guards, carrying a large basket of bread.
Camila didn’t realize they had been numbered until she heard one of the guards speak. "If you hear your number, step forward. Note that you're numbered according to your punishment."
Camila gulped. She glanced around the hall filled with different people, her blue eyes glimmering with hope for food, as she couldn’t go out to hunt.
Her wolf, Ivy, was quiet, focusing on healing, demonstrating her Alpha lineage.
Camila wondered to herself, "What's my number?"
"On your chest," a lady beside her replied, startling Camila.
She turned to her left and met the gaze of a tall, brown-skinned woman.
Camila immediately recognized the lady; she had also been banished from the Eastern Wood Pack for being caught in bed with another woman’s husband.
"Hi, I am Susan Parker," the lady introduced herself, unsure if Camila would recognize her. She was older than Camila, but Camila was still the Alpha's daughter.
"Nice to meet you, Susan. I am Camila White," Camila replied.
"I know; you don’t have to introduce yourself to me. I am just surprised to see you here and to know that your father actually had the heart to banish his own daughter," Susan said, shaking her head.
Camila frowned and remained silent.
"I miss my family and sometimes wish I hadn’t had anything to do with Fred. He deceived me into accepting him, and now I am out here alone and suffering," murmured Susan.
Camila remained silent as she listened to Susan's words. She remembered the day Susan was banished; Fred's mate had reported her to her father, the Alpha king.
"I am sorry," Camila said sadly. She missed her family too. Even though she knew her father's decision was harsh, she had to bear it all and still find a place in her heart to forgive him.
"It’s alright. So, are you truly pregnant?" Susan asked, curious to know as they continued watching the werewolves in the hall walking out one by one to collect a loaf of bread and sachets of water.
"Yeah," Camila replied, wondering what her job would be after her results came in.
"Calm down," Ivy whispered in Camila’s mind, assuring her that all would be fine.
"But what do you think I will be doing when the test results finally come out? Will I be granted freedom?" Camila asked Susan hopefully, given that Susan had been banished for four years.
"No. There is no freedom here for foreigners. We were all misled to lure us into their packs. Instead of going to other packs that would have welcomed us freely, we ended up here, mostly turned into slaves. Only a select few earn a little respect if chosen as mates to pack members," Susan whispered.
"Hmm, so that means I will also be a slave," Camila frowned. She remembered how slaves were treated in the Eastern Wood Pack; those captured were not foreigners but lower-ranking members like Omegas.
"Next!" the guards yelled, and Camila had to move to collect her bread and water. She then returned to the room she shared with the two other ladies.
They glared at her unfriendly, and one spoke, "The Alpha of the Eastern Wood Pack is so wicked! I wish I could kill him or take revenge on his family..."
Ivy growled. She wanted to attack the lady who spoke against Camila’s father.
Camila said nothing, aware that the two ladies were angry werewolves who likely wanted to unleash their frustrations on her.
Instead, she focused on her bread and began to eat.
Seeing that Camila had ignored them, the two angry ladies finally ate their bread in silence. They had slimmed down due to being defaulters and only receiving food once a day.
They worked hard, sweeping and cleaning, yet were given just one meal that wasn’t enough to revitalize their strength. Anyone who went against the head guard faced severe punishment—if not killed or ráped.
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Camila was unable to sleep, knowing the two ladies hated her.
She awaited her medical test results to be revealed, but as night fell, she still wasn’t summoned to the Alpha's mansion.
"Hmm... I just hope I am granted freedom. I wish I hadn't shown up here," Camila thought internally to her wolf.
"Not to worry, we will soon be granted freedom," Ivy assured her.
Camila knew that most packs kept watch for strangers and foreigners to know when rogues entered their territory. This is why many werewolves believed they could visit the Western Wood Packs and live freely among them, as the guards at the border gates would welcome them easily.
Now, Camila understood that no one had ever returned home to confirm whether the claims about foreigners being allowed to wander freely in the Western Wood Packs were true or not.
The Western Wood Pack appeared civilized, and their pack seemed developed with beautiful houses.
Camila sighed, awaiting her result. She wasn’t feeling sleepy, noticing that the two ladies in the room with her were awake. She was not ready to die just yet.
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