The same one that warned me about her, that spoke of her power-power that could make her nearly indestructible. It was why I'd chosen to keep her alive, to try to bring her to my side rather than eliminate her. "What about your mother?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay even. “Where was she from?”
"I don't know," Daisy said, shaking her head. "They never told me. They just hated me for being hers."
Her words were laced with bitterness, but her shoulders sagged, as if the weight of it all was too much to bear. “And when they found out I didn't have a wolf," she continued, her voice trembling, "that just made it worse. They acted even more superior, more powerful, and they made sure I felt it every day.”
I watched her carefully, noting the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breat
