A Sister’s Venom
The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves as I trailed behind Lucien toward the forest’s edge. My father’s warning still echoed in my mind, and Hannah’s tearful farewell clung to my heart like a wound that would never close. Each step away from the pack house felt like stepping off the edge of the world.
I should have been gone already. Should have kept walking, vanished into the dark. But fate, it seemed, wasn’t done with me.
“Running away?”
The voice froze me mid-step. Familiar. Soft as silk, sharp as a dagger.
Mona.
She stepped out of the shadows as though the night itself had chosen her side. Golden hair gleamed like spinning sunlight under the moon, her eyes bright with triumph. She was dressed still in her celebration gown, ivory lac
