NORA
The silence in my room was unbearable.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers twisting in my lap, my mind a whirlwind of everything that had happened. The humiliation. The betrayal. The way Sylvester dismissed me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made the memories clearer. The sting of Selene’s lie, the smug satisfaction in Mira’s eyes, the way Sylvester didn’t even hesitate to believe them over me. It burned. It hurt.
Arabella paced in my mind, restless, angry. We should leave.
I exhaled shakily. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to go.
I had been clinging to this place, to this pack, for a while. Holding on to the hope that things would change. That I could find my place here. That Sylvester would finally see me. But he neve
