AMELIA’S POV
The next morning, I was brought before Jackson and Daniel.
“You don’t seem to be learning your lesson,” Jackson said, circling me like a predator.
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked,” I said quietly.
“Not good enough,” Daniel sneered.
Jackson leaned down, his golden eyes burning into mine. “You’re lucky I haven’t thrown you out of the pack. If it weren’t for my father’s pity, you’d already be rogue meat.”
His words cut deep, but I refused to let him see my pain.
“Get out of my sight,” he growled.
I bowed my head and left, knowing the torment was far from over.
Despite everything, I refused to give up. In the quiet moments when no one was watching, I began training in secret, honing my instincts and skills. If no one else would protect me, I’d have to protect myself.
