R A I D E N
Of course she didn’t. Blame never fit her narrative.
She slipped into her practiced big-sister tone, the one meant to sound gentle and noble.
“I understand her… being wolf-less,” she said softly. “Being seen as weak. But as her older sister I have always protected her. I’ve tried so hard to be kind to her, even when she pushes me away.”
Her eyes shone with false sincerity, the kind meant to trap sympathy.
I didn’t give her any.
I let my silence stretch again, the weight of it making her shift on the bed, suddenly unsure of how convincing her performance had been.
Finally, I spoke, voice calm but razor-edged. “Interesting.”
The single word made her throat bob. She didn’t know which part I found interesting. Her story? Her lie? Or the way her pulse gave her away? My visio
