The Girl without a Wolf
Chapter 1
The Girl Without a Wolf
“Elizabeth, if you own this many black blazers, you officially have a problem.”
Ruth’s voice echoed through the large bedroom as she stood half-hidden inside Elizabeth’s walk-in wardrobe, rummaging through neatly arranged clothes and scattered files.
Elizabeth barely looked up from the papers spread across her desk.
“I work in politics, Ruth. We survive on black blazers and caffeine.”
“Tragic life.”
Elizabeth snorted softly, signing another document before pushing it aside.
A sudden silence followed.
That alone was enough to make her suspicious.
Slowly lifting her eyes, Elizabeth found Ruth staring at something in her hands.
A photograph.
Old. Slightly folded at the corners.
Ruth walked toward her with narrowed eyes. “Okay, first of all, tiny you was adorable.”
Elizabeth groaned quietly.
“And second…” Ruth pointed at the dark-haired boy standing beside her in the picture. “Who is this cute kid?”
The air in the room shifted.
Elizabeth’s fingers stilled over the file in her lap as her gaze landed on the photograph.
A much younger version of herself stood in the center wearing muddy boots and an oversized sweater. Beside her was a boy with sharp blue eyes, messy black hair, and a rare warm smile that no longer existed in her memories.
Victor Ravencrest.
For a moment, the room around her faded.
And suddenly—
She was ten years old again.
The Ravencrest estate had always felt unreal at night.
Ancient stone halls illuminated by golden lanterns. Towering forests stretching endlessly beneath silver moonlight. Guards patrolling hidden borders while powerful Alphas discussed matters children were never meant to hear.
While their families attended secret meetings regarding peace agreements, Elizabeth and Victor escaped whenever they could.
“Race you to the river,” Victor shouted before sprinting into the forest.
“That’s cheating!” Elizabeth yelled, running after him.
Leaves crunched beneath their feet as cold wind rushed through the trees. Elizabeth laughed breathlessly while Victor slowed just enough for her to catch up.
He always pretended not to.
Back then, Victor had been different.
Warm.
Careless.
Kind.
Not the cold future Alpha the world feared now.
When other wolf children mocked Elizabeth for being a hybrid without a wolf, Victor had shoved one of them into the dirt without hesitation.
“She doesn’t need a wolf to be stronger than all of you,” he snapped.
Elizabeth still remembered the way he stood in front of her protectively, shoulders squared despite being barely taller than her then.
No hesitation.
No embarrassment.
Just Victor.
Her best friend.
“Elizabeth?”
Ruth’s voice pulled her back to the present.
Elizabeth blinked slowly before looking away from the photograph.
“Don’t ask personal questions,” she said quietly.
Ruth raised an eyebrow before placing the frame carefully on the desk.
“This must be a very serious topic,” she replied dramatically, crossing her arms. “Otherwise you wouldn’t become this mean.”
A small smile tugged at Elizabeth’s lips despite herself.
“Yes,” she admitted after a pause. “It brings memories I don’t like visiting.”
Ruth’s expression softened briefly before she clapped her hands once.
“Well. Tragic childhood memories aside, you have exactly two hours before your first official Werewolf Council meeting.”
Elizabeth sighed tiredly.
“The northern territories,” Ruth continued while walking back toward the wardrobe. “Filled with ancient Alphas who probably judge people for breathing incorrectly. You need to dress for the part.”
Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, exhaustion settling quietly in her chest.
Her first Council meeting as MLA.
The first real step toward everything her mother once dreamed of.
Peace.
Balance.
A future where fear did not decide the fate of humans and wolves.
After Ruth disappeared back into the wardrobe muttering something about “intimidating power outfits,” Elizabeth allowed herself one moment of silence.
Her fingers brushed lightly against the silver moon pendant resting against her neck.
Closing her eyes, she whispered softly into the quiet room.
“Guide me today, Mother.”
The words felt fragile.
Almost childish.
But beneath all her strength, Elizabeth still carried the little girl who once watched her world collapse.
“I hope I can finish what you started.”
Outside her window, clouds slowly drifted away from the moon.
And somewhere far beyond the city, hidden deep within the northern territories—
fate was already waiting for her.
