Act 3 - A New Beginning
Sage’s POV “Heather, I’m nervous,” I mumbled as my older sister fixed my hair for the parvus selection dinner tonight. My sister put down the flat iron in her hand and bent down to look at me through our reflections in the mirror. Her gaze was stern and determined as she whispered into my ear. “You don’t have to do this, Sage. We can run from here.” My heart pounded in my chest even as the blood drained from my face. Those were dangerous words and I had no doubt that if anyone had overheard us, death would have been a mercy. Frowning, I shook my head slowly as I reached out for my sister’s hand. Heather was more than a sister to me and it’d devastate me if anything happened to her. After the death of our parents in an accident in the mines of our pack
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