Cain
I swear, they exiled me to the middle of nowhere on purpose. Some godforsaken mansion that reeks of dust, silence, and disappointment. No updates. No letters. Not even a single damn scent of her.
Saoirse. Gone.
I still hear their words in my head, echoing like a curse I can’t outrun.
“We are not scared of exiling Saoirse out of the whole werewolf world, even if it means our alliance looks at her like she’s filth.”
Filth? Her?
She’s not in the academy anymore. Not in the pack. Not anywhere. Like she’s been scrubbed from the face of our entire f*****g world.
And Cyrus? He’s not even here either. Father locked him up in one of our other estates—like we’re just chess pieces he can move around the board. The only time I see my brother is in the academy, and even then, it’s silence.
