My Lycan's Triplets

Maya had always believed that being kind and selfless would bring her joy and fulfillment. But as she stood there, alone and despised, she couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been worth it.

It all started on a cold winter night. Maya was walking home from work when she saw a man lying on the ground, shivering and wolfless. She couldn’t just walk away, so she approached him and asked if he needed help. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes and told her he had lost everything he owned, including his warm coat and his beloved pet wolf, in a fire that had destroyed his home.

Without a second thought, Maya took off her coat and wrapped it around him, hoping to ease his suffering. She also offered to take him to a shelter or find him a warm place to sleep. But as they walked together, a group of young men appeared from the shadows, yelling and jeering at them.

“What are you doing with that bum?” one of them sneered. “He’s probably a thief or a d**g ad***t.”

Maya tried to explain that he was just a stranger who needed help, but they wouldn’t listen. They pushed her away and started beating the man, accusing him of stealing and lying. She wanted to intervene, but she was too afraid. She ran away, hoping to find someone who could help her.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she found out what had happened. The man had been killed by that group who had mistaken him for a criminal. They had also spread rumors about Maya, saying that she was his accomplice and had tried to cover up his crimes. Her dear ones, who had always supported and encouraged her to be kind, had died trying to defend her honor.

“You are a big disgrace to your family,” her father’s lawyer said when he arrived, and all she could do was bow her head in shame and not answer him.

“You have to come to terms with the fact that you are a big disgrace to your family,” he continued. “Running away from your shame is not going to help you in any way!” He yelled.

“It is not my fault,” Maya tried to defend herself even though she knew he was not going to listen to her.

“It is your fault because your family would not have perished if you had made the right decision and not helped that stranger.”

Her heart sank as he spoke those words. He was right, in a way. If only she had turned a blind eye to that stranger who was being chased by the authorities, her family would still be alive. But how could she have known that helping someone in need would lead to such a tragedy?

She had been living with the guilt of their death for days now. Every day, she wished that she could turn back time and undo her mistake. But she knew that was impossible.

As Maya looked up at the lawyer, she could see the disappointment in his eyes. He had been like a father figure to her ever since her parents passed away, and he had always tried to guide her in the right direction even though she had let him down.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Maya explained to her lawyer.

“You didn’t do the right thing by involving your family in something that was going to kill them,” the lawyer explained further. “Do you know the kind of situation that you have placed them in?”

The weight of his words crushed down on her. He was right. Her actions had caused the death of her family, and there was no way she could make amends for it.

But as she sat there, feeling hopeless and lost, a thought occurred to her. Maybe there was a way to make things right. Perhaps she could honor her family’s memory by continuing to help others, even if it meant risking her own life.

With that newfound determination, Maya stood up and looked at the lawyer. “I know I can’t undo what has been done,” she said. “But I can make a promise to myself and my family that I will continue to be kind and selfless, no matter what the cost.”

The lawyer looked at her, his expression softening. “That’s a noble goal,” he said. “But you have to be careful. The world is a dangerous place, and not everyone is as kind-hearted as you.”

“I know,” she replied. “But I can’t let fear stop me from doing what’s right. I owe it to my family to carry on their legacy of compassion and generosity.”

With those words, Maya left the lawyer’s office, determined to make a difference in the world. It wouldn’t be easy, and she knew there would be risks involved, but she was ready to face them head-on. As she walked down the street, she couldn’t help but think of her family and how proud they would be of her for standing up for what she believed in.

She felt glad that she had found a new purpose in her life amidst the disaster that she had placed her family in. However, this new joy only lasted for a day because when the next day came, she saw the lawyer standing in front of her doorstep.

“Good morning, sir,” she said with kindness in her voice. “You are back!”

The lawyer looked at her and walked inside without smiling or saying anything.

When he sat down, he pulled a file from his briefcase and handed it over to her.

She grabbed the file, opened it, and read what was written in it, but she didn’t understand.

“You have to vacate this place as soon as possible,” the lawyer explained to her.

“But why?” she was surprised. “This is my place of residence. Why should I leave?”

The lawyer stood up. “Nobody wants you, Maya. If you know what is good for you, leave now while you still have the chance.”

Confused and frightened, Maya wondered why nobody wanted her. What had she done wrong? She attempted to question the lawyer for more information, but he had already left. Sitting down on the couch, she stared at the file in her hands, hoping to find some answers.

As she flipped through the pages, she noticed they were all blank. It was just an empty folder. A chill ran down her spine; she wondered if this was some kind of sick joke.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Maya hesitated, unsure if she should answer it. The knocking persisted, and finally, she got up and opened the door.

To her surprise, there was no one there. But she noticed a piece of paper on the ground with a message scrawled in messy handwriting.

“Get out before it’s too late,” it read. “They’re coming for you.”

Her heart raced as she picked up the paper. Who was coming for her? And why did she need to leave?