A Werewolf’s Escape From a Fake Guardian

After witnessing my parents' deaths, I lost the ability to shift. Even the smell of another werewolf made me throw up violently.

The only person I could bear to be near was my adoptive brother, Alpha Alexander.

So he kept me by his side for ten years, forbidding anyone from gossiping about me or insulting me. Everyone said he loved me.

Until he brought in that "therapist," Chloe.

She said I was too weak, that I needed exposure therapy.

The first time, she dumped me into a chaotic Rogue camp.

I almost got killed by those lunatics.