"Then let ask you, what do your children see as they grow up?" I didn’t wait for them to reply as I continued.
"They see their mothers living like slaves when they have the ability to flourish. They see cowardice veiled as submission and they grow up believing that life should be like that. When the girls find their mates in the future, even if they are treated like crap, they will endure, because that is what they saw their mothers do. When boys find their mates, they will follow the tradition of the pack and treat them like garbage, because that’s how they saw their mothers get treated and they tolerated it. The life you are living now is just a prelude to the one your children will live. So, is that what you want?" I feel like slapping these won when I think about how blessed they are and they are wasting away that blessing.
They have freedom. They can choose freedom, yet they choose slavery. Even though it is more slavery of the mind, it is still slavery.
"Then what do we do?" One woman asked enthusiastically.
"Simple. Beco yourself again. If your mate threatens to reject you, pack your bags and tell him you are going back to where you are appreciated. Make it clear that you will not let your pup grow in such a toxic environnt. Let’s see how many of those mates actually dare to accept you leaving. Let’s see if they really dare to reject you. And if they do, then you should be the first to run. If a mate can treat you like sothing disposable, then you should fear for your life. Find an exit plan, so that when you finally feel threatened and need to leave without notice, you have sothing to rely on." I didn’t want to say too much so that if they regret it later, they don’t shift the bla to .
I didn’t make any decisions for them, I just gave them advice. I hope that they would take it seriously because I know that so won treat their mates like their life and would endure anything just to stay with them. I wasn’t going to ddle too much unless their lives were threatened.
""I want that exit plan. But my mate wouldn’t even give too much money. Everyday, I only have enough for food and maybe to buy the child a few things. What do I do?" One of the won asked.
"Find a way to make money. If you can’t open a physical business, then venture online. The internet has so many opportunities and it doesn’t have to only involve werewolves. You can make so crafts or offer other services to anyone as long as you don’t expose your identity. Why worry that you won’t have inco to stand up on your own feet if your mate turned on you? I am not saying that you should leave your mate, but please consider your future and the future of your pups. Most of you are still young, in your early twenties. Werewolves can live up to three to five hundred years depending on the level of their power. So, tell , are you sure you want to live this life for the next four hundred years? That is for you to decide." I didn’t stay anymore after saying those words. Like I said earlier, I will not make decisions for anyone. Just give them advice. If they want to keep living in limbo, perfect. If they want to stand up for themselves, even better.
Now, I sat in the library and thought of how I have noticed a change in the atmosphere within the pack.
Won could be seen making things for sale. So knit clothes that are so fashionable you wonder why they buried their talent. Others make ornants that could pass for a master creation.
I have also heard that Olive, the woman who said she grew up as a warrior, had started a fitness group in the pack consisting of the won who married in.
They make videos while training and post them online. From the rumours, because of their unique training techniques, their videos have beco very popular and earning good money from them isn’t a dream anymore. The earnings can be split among all the won who participate.
In this way, the won who joined the pack by marrying their mates have beco more confident and sing praises for everyday.
A smile ford on my lips when I thought that I had actually done sothing so groundbreaking just by saying a few words.
It felt good to be a leader, but I still had no interest in the matters of the Night claw pack.
I had drifted off with my thoughts when I felt a presence observing .
Without looking up, I already knew that it was Mike.
’What is he doing here?’ I wondered to myself but I pretended not to know he was there and focused on my work.
I was writing a new cyber security firewall for a new company that couldn’t afford too much money but needed to protect their data.
Even though they only paid half a million dollars, I took it as an opportunity to advertise my services. So, I was giving this gig my all.
I told myself that if I create a strong firewall that hackers couldn’t breach, then other bigger companies will find out about and hire my services.
In this way, would I still worry about money?
Just thinking about this made even more motivated and I completely forgot about the person watching .
As I focused on the security code, a goal slowly ford in my mind. Once I am done with my father’s case, I will definitely start a security company that will help companies protect their data worldwide.
Of course, at this mont, I had no idea that solving my father’s set-up was only the beginning of my entanglent with the power ruling the werewolves worldwide.
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