Chapter 8
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After my body recovered, my training as a tracker went unusually smoothly.
With my natural talent and relentless dedication, I became the most famous and mysterious gifted tracker in the entire werewolf community in less than three years.
I returned to this pack three years later.
After becoming quite well–known, I had taken a high–paying mission, and as I passed through this pack, the elders and other werewolves from the town waited on the main road,
eager to catch a glimpse of my mysterious face.
When they realized the star, they had been waiting for was me, they were all stunned.
After all, back then, they, along with Amy, had called me a slut, accusing me of carrying a bastard child, disgracing the pack, and even shouting that I should be driven out.
However, after that brief pause, when they looked at me again, all they showed were pride and friendly smiles.
“So, Stacy is a famous tracker! She is so cool!”
“I knew it! I could tell from the start, Stacy was special! She was just dragged down by that bastard from a well–known family…”
They exchanged a look and wisely fell silent.
I put on a faint smile.
Whether it was praise or slander, I no longer cared about what these people said.
More and more werewolves came to see me because of my fame, and I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.
He looked much more haggard, exhausted, and he was holding a young girl in his arms.
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Judging by the eyes and face, it was Amy’s child.
As soon as our eyes met, he quickly pulled the crying child and scrambled through the crowd to escape. Just the sight of his back was enough to convey how heartbroken and dishevelled he was.
Still, none of this concerned me anymore.
Later that night, after completing my mission and resting in the hotel, I heard a knock on
the door.
Even before I approached, I could already smell the strong scent of alcohol from the other
side.
A drunk Toby was slumped in front of my hotel room door, mumbling to himself with a
tone of helplessness and sorrow.
He said that he searched for me for three years after I left but found no trace of me.
He also said that he could not just ignore Tammy and the daughter she had given birth to.
The child was cute, and when he saw her, he thought that if our child had been born, he
would have been even more adorable.
He even named the little girl Stacy.
“Stacy, I really miss you all the time! But I don’t have the courage to knock on this door. I can’t face you again.”
From behind the heavy door came the sound of him muffling his face, low growls, and
whimpering.
It was intermittent and seemed endless.
It made me grow weary from my tiredness.
“Alright, then don’t knock. I need to rest. Goodbye.”
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The voice outside faltered for a moment, then shakily spoke again,
“I’m sorry… goodbye.”
This was the last time I had any contact with Toby.
Two years later, I had become one of the top trackers in the werewolf community, no longer needing to hide my real name in secrecy.
On a rare relaxing evening, I sat at a bar when my assistant handed me a letter.
It was from Amy.
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She wrote that Toby had passed away a month ago due to a serious illness. Before he died, he repeatedly said he was sorry to me, and that he would go to the other side to ask for our child’s forgiveness.
“Actually, Toby never established a mate bond with Tammy. He just felt he could not face you, so he didn’t dare to tell you.
“After Tammy gave birth, the elders kicked her out of the pack, and he voted to support
that.
“Later, he adopted Tammy’s child. He said it was like seeing the child of you both when he saw her. That became the only comfort and hope in his remaining life.”
I pursed my lips and folded the letter.
dsome werewolf approached me holding a cocktail. His eyes were shining like
ng as he stammered,
you the famous Stacy? You are stunning… uh, can I buy you a drink?”
I threw the folded letter into the bin and smiled at him.
“Why not?”
