Golden light burst out from Liam's body, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire cellar.
The light flowed like liquid, enveloping his thin body.
The wooden stick in the foster mother's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"What is this?" Her voice trembled and her eyes were full of fear.
Liam felt a burning sensation on his back, and a wolf head mark appeared on his skin. The mark glowed dark red, the color of blood.
A wisp of green smoke slowly rose from his forehead and condensed into a giant wolf in the air. The wolf's eyes were like burning charcoal, and its hair fluttered in the breeze.
"Owner."
The wolf's voice was low and thunderous, echoing in the cellar.
"As you wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a warm current flowed through Liam's body. The wound on his back began to heal, the blood coagulated, and new skin grew rapidly.
He stood up slowly, his legs no longer shaking.
The adoptive parents had collapsed on the ground, their faces as pale as paper.
"Who the hell are you..." The adoptive father's voice was barely audible.
Liam raised his hand and pointed at the two men at the door.
"Kill them."
His voice was eerily calm, without the slightest ripple.
The giant wolf took a step forward, leaving deep marks on the ground with its claws.
The foster mother wanted to escape, but her legs were completely out of control.
"No…don't…"
The wolf's claws swept past, and her body flew out and hit the wall heavily. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, staining the dirty ground red.
The foster father tried to crawl towards the door, but it was too far away.
"Please, we were wrong..."
The wolf's teeth bit his neck and blood splattered on the wall.
Before they died, their eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
The whole process lasted only a few minutes.
Liam looked at everything in front of him quietly, without any fear in his heart. It seemed that this wolf belonged to him and had been waiting for this moment since birth.
The air in the cellar smelled of blood.
The blood flowed slowly along the wall and gathered into a deep red puddle on the ground.
Liam spat out a mouthful of blood and turned towards the door.
"My sister is still waiting for me."
His voice was soft, but the giant wolf heard it clearly.
"Master, we should go now."
The wolf's figure began to fade, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and went back into Liam's body.
The wolf head mark on the back gradually dimmed and hid under the skin.
Liam stepped over the pool of blood on the ground and ran out quickly.
He pushed open the cellar door, and the moonlight poured in through the window, shining on his young face.
The nine-year-old child no longer has the innocence in his eyes.
There is only deep indifference and determination.
"Sister, wait for me."
When I ran to the trash can at the door of my house, I saw a familiar pink skirt.
Liam suddenly stopped.
That pink skirt is my sister's favorite. Every time she wears it, the little girl always spins around and asks if it looks good.
"It looks good." He always answered.
But now, the color of the skirt is no longer bright. Snowflakes fell on it, melted into water droplets, and then turned into frost.
Liam slowly approached, and with shaking hands he lifted the rag covering his sister's face.
The little face was frowning, pale without a trace of blood. The lips were purple, and the eyes were closed. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes like tiny diamonds.
"Lily?" His voice was very soft, for fear of waking her.
No response.
"Lily, my brother is here."
Still no response.
Liam reached out his hand and tried to touch his sister's face. As soon as his fingertips touched, he felt a bone-chilling cold.
No temperature.
The sister who always followed him and called him brother is gone.
The sister who used to hide behind the door and cry secretly every time he was beaten is gone.
The sister who always secretly gave the little bit of food she had to him is gone.
Liam suddenly remembered that his sister was still running a fever last night. She held his hand and whispered, "Brother, am I going to die?"
"Nonsense, you're only four years old," he replied.
"Will you miss me then?"
"No, because you won't die."
Thinking about it now, there was clearly a farewell in those eyes.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it would bury my sister.
Liam gently picked up his sister. Her body was so light that it was frightening. The little girl who used to jump around was now so light that she seemed like she could be blown away by the wind.
"I'm sorry." His voice was choked.
"My brother failed to protect you."
On a snowy winter night, a nine-year-old boy knelt beside a trash can, holding his four-year-old sister.
The tears dripped onto my sister's face and instantly turned into ice beads.
"I promise you, I will never let anyone bully us again."
"I promise you, brother will become very strong."
"I promise you, those bad guys will pay the price."
The snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, and soon covered the two children.
From a distance, it looks like a small tomb.