Slowly, I took bold steps towards my uncle's family, careful not to fall. After all, I was very weak, and the rejection and betrayal had taken their fair toll on my already weak body.
Confusion, panic.
I wore a small smile as I watched those emotions play in their faces. And weirdly, it was satisfying. They thought I would unveil their faces to the royal werewolf prince, and I could, but I was not planning to. It would have been a waste of effort. If anything, Uncle Ron would have only received a small royal punishment, and I didn't want that. That would have been very easy for him, for them. I was going to bid for time because I had better plans..... One day, I was going to shove everything that they had ever given me, the pain, the humiliation, the beatings, the wolf's bane down their
