“All of yours—your fiancé, your husband, your pup, the love of your in-laws, these clothes, and this jewelry. Everything! They all belong to me, Camelia,” she sneered, her voice as sharp as the knife. "You, Amber, will forever live in my shadow, nothing more than a pathetic little clown."
Her words hit harder than a rogue wolf’s claw, but I didn’t care to wonder how she knew I’d discovered the truth. My heart pounded with fury, claws twitching, ready to rip through the air. I pushed myself up with shaky hands, the heat in my chest smoldering. "Eva is my pup! I’m her biological mother! You and Theodore stole her from me!"
Camelia's laugh was cold, ice-cold, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You said she’s your pup, didn’t you?" she taunted, her smile twisting cruelly. "Eva doesn’t thin
