Hannah's POV
A dogfight. That's precisely what we've been engaged in for hours on end. My sister and I have been battling, and now we're utterly exhausted, sprawled on the floor, gazing at the ceiling. Her attempt to provoke me into transforming out of anger has failed, leaving both of us deeply disappointed.
"You do realize that today was supposed to be your end, right?" She informs me. "Your protection spell has expired. It seems like you might have to follow father's plans for you. If you can't control your wolf, you won't be able to escape father."
A tear trickles down my left eye as I listen to her. "Hurt me," I order her.
"Pardon me?" She responds with uncertainty, raising her head with her hand to look at me.
"I said, hurt me! You need to make me angry. Please, let's consider e
