The paper felt heavier than it should have. Jenna sat on the edge of her bed, the black envelope trembling slightly between her fingers. She had waited until Maren went to shower before pulling it out of her bag. Her wolf, Lexa, paced inside her head, restless.
“Read it already,” Lexa urged.
Jenna unfolded the small sheet of parchment. Only few words stared back at her, scrawled in an ugly, almost rushed hand:
“Just die. You do not deserve happiness.”
The air caught in her lungs. For a long moment she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Those letters burned into her memory, and a sick chill ran down her spine.
Lexa snarled immediately. “Who dares? I’ll…”
But Jenna cut her off, whispering aloud as if speaking would make it less real. “It… it looks like Coty’s handwriting.”
Her stepsiste
