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Following the tragic deaths of Marilyn's mother and stepfather, she received an astonishing revelation that she had a younger half-brother named Lynn, residing hundreds of kilometers away within a different wolf pack. Despite being eighteen years old, Lynn had not yet undergone his first transformation into a wolf.
With the unfortunate demise of Lynn's grandparents, Marilyn, unrelated by blood, found herself appointed as his sole legal guardian, bearing the responsibility to care for his well-being.
The harsh realities of their impoverished existence had molded Lynn into a reticent and introspective individual. However, akin to the unwavering resilience of a young poplar tree, he grew into a poised and striking young man, fearlessly confronting life's challenges.
On the night when Marilyn brought him to her home, Lynn, who had shown no prior signs of undergoing the wolf shift, unexpectedly entered his awakening phase. Restless and uneasy, he stood in the living room, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he gazed at Marilyn, softly murmuring, "Sis……, I believe I may be running a fever."
This is a story about a little puppy transforming into a big wolf……

My youthful Alpha stepbrother

Sunset, the evening sky ablaze with intense hues, painting the vast expanse in fiery red. Clouds and colors resembled flowing silk draping over the city, akin to a gentle, flickering flame, slowly roasting the busy pedestrians amidst towering buildings.


Inside the office, Karl and I sat leaning against the wall, with an arm's length between us. Half an hour had passed, and neither of us uttered a word.


Teacher Joey was outside the door, engaged in a conversation with Principal Dr. Glu. The door was closed, and occasionally, muffled and indistinct voices could be heard.


I sat cross-legged, my head resting against the wall, gazing at the birds perched on the branches outside the window, my face devoid of expression.


Karl had a fresh handprint on his neck, as if scratched by nails. Several distinct, crimson marks where the skin broke were visible. As I turned my head towards the right window, the skin pulled, causing a burning pain in the wound.


Chapter 18-into trouble