I laughed, bitter, marveling at how she twisted the truth. Before I could respond, her eyes welled up, and she started sobbing, like I'd been the one tormenting her.
"Enough, Sophia," a troupe mate snapped, slinging an arm around Chloe. "You, a pack leader's daughter, bullying a lone she-wolf? Have you no shame?"
"She's got your parents, your mate, and you're still strutting around like you own the place?" another chimed in.
My face paled. "I didn't steal anything! Her mother switched us at birth—those are my parents! And my bond with the Frost pack was always mine!"
But before I could finish, a box sailed toward me—my old belongings, stored here, now scattered across the floor. "Take your junk and get out!" someone shouted.
"Yeah, you're not welcome here!"
I crouched, heart sinking
