SARA’S POV
I gathered myself from the floor of my destroyed room and wiped the last traces of blood from my nose. My hands were still shaking, but not from fear or the rage anymore. The rage that had torn through my magic earlier had settled into something colder. Something more focused.
My mother's words echoed in my head: Don't trust any of them. They'll use you up and throw you away.
She was right. Every single person in this pack had been using me. Darragh with his lies about being alone in this nightmare. Bastien with his disgusting games. Even Luna Dayo, keeping me close and acting the saint while actively being the reason I had to be feets apart from the woman who birthed me. I had nothing anymore. Not even this pack if Darragh kept good on his threat, which he would.
I needed t
