Beta's POV
Her eyes locked onto mine, cold as ice. A slow, almost eerie smile spread across her lips.
“Beta,” she said, her voice as sharp and cold as the winter wind. “It’s good to see you finally wake up.”
I felt a surge of anger flood through me, and I clenched my fists to stop my hands from trembling.
“Wake up?” I repeated, my voice shaking with fury. “I’ve been standing here, trying to understand... everything. And you... you killed him. You killed Dad, didn’t you?”
Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew, like she was enjoying the torment in my voice. “You think I’m guilty?” she said, her voice chillingly calm. “No, Beta. You were never meant to know. You’re too weak to understand.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, a physical blow that knocked the breath out of m
