On the first day of school, Mathew Navis and Nill Navis had just accompanied me out of the house.
"Here, I've transferred some pocket money to your card. Don't hesitate to ask if you need more," Mathew Navis said.
"Mathew, don't forget to tell her about the safety charm," Nill Navis interjected.
Mathew nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately - carved wooden amulet.
"This is a safety charm. It's been blessed by the elders of our werewolf pack. Keep it with you at all times. It will protect you from any malicious supernatural forces," Mathew explained, placing the charm gently in my hand.
"Also, if you encounter any trouble at school, whether it's from other students or something more... don't hesitate to call us. You have our numbers, and we can be there in a flash," Nill Navis added.
I looked at the charm in my hand, feeling a faint warmth emanating from it.
As I glanced at the bank card in my other hand, which now had ten million transferred to it, I realized the depth of their care.
"School can be a tough place, especially for a Navis. Daniel Navis is also there. If he gives you any trouble, or if anyone else does, you let us know. We'll set things right," Mathew said.
I nodded obediently, feeling a lump form in my throat.
It hadn't been long since I'd returned to the Navis family, and already, I had grown attached to these two gentle and handsome brothers.
I stood there, biting my lip and blinking, trying to hold back the tears. Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from above.
I looked up to see Nill Navis. For once, his usually cool demeanor was replaced by a warm smile. He reached out and gently pinched my cheek. "Don't worry, little one. We'll come pick you up on the weekend. This is your home now, and we'll always be here for you," he said. "Okay!" I replied, my voice a little choked.
Frankford, being an elite werewolf - attended academy, had four - person dormitories. However, they were much more spacious and elaborately decorated compared to regular ones.
The walls were adorned with ancient werewolf symbols, and the furniture was made of a dark, polished wood that seemed to hold an otherworldly glow.
As fate would have it. I looked at the person on the opposite bed in the dormitory and gave a faint smile.
"Elizebeth, what a coincidence."
Elizebeth still had that somewhat timid and meek look.
She glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and greeted me in a soft voice, looking as harmless as a lamb.
"Alice Goden, or rather, Alice Navis now," a voice came from the side. The girl from the neighboring bed walked over, looking at me haughtily.
"Coming to Frankford School? Planning to inherit your family's cattle ranch after graduation?" she sneered.
This girl, Amelia, used to be my little follower in noble high school. Her family was affiliated with the Goden family, and she had benefited a lot from me in the past.
Now, she was trying to kick me while I was down.
My eyes turned cold.
"Amelia, don't say that," Elizebeth stepped forward and tugged at Amelia's sleeve.
"Alice Goden has had a hard time now. It's my fault towards her."
"Don't call me Alice Goden. I'm Alice Navis now."
Suddenly, I felt like laughing.
The Navis family's educational principle was to raise their children tough while the parents held the reins of wealth. So, before reaching adulthood, the Navis siblings had all endured hardships. They, like Elizebeth, once thought that the family only had a small village home with a meager ten - cow ranch. But now, the good times were finally here.
However, Elizebeth had resorted to underhanded means to return to the Goden family and had missed out on all the benefits that came with being a Navis.
It was truly a pitiful situation.
Amelia sized me up and down and let out another disdainful laugh. "Hmph."
"Your bag and clothes look like they're from a flea market. Aren't you ashamed?"
My gaze involuntarily landed on my bag. I fell into thought.
This bag might look ordinary at first glance, without any prominent luxury brand logos. But in fact, it was a private - custom item specially ordered by my father from a high - end leather goods studio.
It was made of the finest top - grade cowhide, with ingeniously designed internal compartments and exquisite metal fittings.
I remained silent and continued to unpack my things.
"Stop making so much noise," a clear and beautiful voice rang out at the doorway, followed by the clattering sound of high - heeled shoes.
