My eyes flew open to see a pair of hungry eyes staring down at me.
I tried to scream, but his hand clamped firmly over my mouth.
I couldn’t make a sound. He was a mature wolf, and the enormous power difference made resistance futile.
I clearly saw the other girls open their eyes.
They witnessed everything but not one stood up to stop him.
After that night, I never again slept peacefully in that place.
By comparison, this attic—though small and gloomy—was clean and tidy. For me, having such a place to call my own was a blessing.
“Skye, I’ve taken your room and forced you to live up here. You’re not upset with me, are you?” Selene’s voice dripped with false concern, her smile barely concealing her taunting.
In the past, I would have lunged at such a fake, two-faced wolf.
I disliked Selene from our first meeting. I’ve always hated these manipulative females who cling to others, but she always found ways to haunt me.
At our middle school graduation party, she maneuvered to get me alone, then deliberately burned her own legs with fire.
When everyone rushed over, they witnessed the aftermath. Through her tearful accusations, they all branded me as the cruel girl who bullied her packmate.
I’ll never forget that day—my brother cradling Selene in his arms while looking at me with disappointment, anger, and disgust mingled in his eyes.
“You’ve disappointed me beyond words. You’re no sister of mine.”
But I never hurt her.
That night, I waited for my brother at home for hours. He didn’t return or answer my calls.
I never saw my brother come home. Instead, strange Betas burst into our house, dragged me into a car, and took me to that hellish place.
Without giving me any chance to explain, my brother threw me into the Moonlight Pack Rehabilitation Center—a place for underage criminals and delinquent wolves.
“I failed to raise you properly. Stay there and reflect on your actions. Atone for crippling Selene’s leg.”
From that moment, I knew I had lost.
Not because Selene was stronger, but because the scales in my brother’s heart had already tipped toward someone else.
So even as she occupied everything that was once mine, how could I dare express any dissatisfaction?
“It’s my brother’s house. Whatever arrangements he makes are fine with me. This place is good enough. I’ll stay here,” I said softly, head bowed.
