Damien POV:
Olivia was not my biological sister. My heart still ached, a low, thudding burn that radiated through my ribs. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, claws scraping, snarling at memories that weren’t memories—but instincts. Echoes of her. Of what she should be feeling with me, not with him. I dragged a shaky breath into my lungs. The air tasted stale, metallic, wrong.
Then my mother’s words rose in my mind once more—words whispered through her tears, forced out only because I had backed her into a corner.
Olivia was not my biological sister.
The sentence struck me with the same force it had the first time. A truth I was never meant to know. A truth they had buried—as if hiding her from me would change what the Moon Goddess had already written into our souls. My wolf let
