Chapter 11
I will never sell my body or my dignity ever again, either.
In this world, though, it’s hard to do. Since I am of such a low class compared to others, the only thing that will be of interest to people is my body. They’ll want to know how much they can pay for me. I refuse to go through that again.
The hospital halls are a little
le more b
barren than usual.
Night has settled overhead and people have either gone home or stayed behind for late shifts or research.
I stayed back for research purposes, hoping to find a diamond in the rough for a job opportunity or a breakthrough in research.
“…Did you hear about Bianca? She shifted during her last lecture! She shifted into a white wolf!” A voice from a research lab carries out into the hallway where I stand
I peer inside and watch as two of the older Healers gossip with each other.
It is said that Lycans shift into a white wolf form whereas werewolves shift into shades of black fur.
Could that mean that I’m a Lycan? In my dreams, all I have ever been was a white wolf. I have never been in the body of a black wolf’s body.
No. I could never be a Lycan. That would mean that my parents were anything but ordinary commoners since Lycans and Werewolves have had almost no contact in the past..
There is no way that they are a part of the Lycan lineage.
My feet carry me down the hallway. I scan the bulletin boards for job postings. A poster sticks out to me. I step close to the board and read the printed words on the white piece of paper.
It’s a long–term mission that the hospital is hosting. The job will require extensive travel as well as arduous tasks. It’s sure to be a long journey, one that will only have lows with very little highs. I can see why the nobles avoided it.
They are used to cushy lives where everything is handed to them simply because they demanded it. The pay listed on the flier, though, catches my attention. The money will be well worth it in the long run if I apply.
My grandmother is undergoing another treatment soon and the bill is expected to be high as always
Healer Anderson informed me today that her illness is exceptionally rate. Our pack currently lacked the proper medication and supplies to aid her and that the only way to help aid her is through expensive treatments.
A full recovery will require an ungodly amount of money, money that I do not currently have, and will require the purchasing of expensive drugs.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. Will the job be worth it? The money the hospital’s job offers will be enough for Grandma’s treatment and medication is it worth it if the job is a hellhole?
I gnaw at the inside of my cheek and stare at the dollar amount on the flier. It’s life changing money I can save my Grandma and myself.
I rip the ther off the bulletin board and call the number. My phone is pressed against my ear as I listen to the dial tone.
My anxiety heightens but immediately leaves my body when a voice an
answers with a solt “Hello?”
es! Hi! My name is Celia. I’m calling about the job posting in the hospital? Is it still available? I would love to do it!”
There reply “Yes! It is! The jab will require you to leave the pack pretty soon. It aneans you almost will leave werewolf pack 20 years. Is that okay with you?”
I take a deep breathe
Yes, that’s fine! Thank you so much! I hang up the phone and take a slow, deep breath.
Rye done it, Grandma I’m going to save
Even though I will leave the park. Never seeing Soren again.
