“Oh, don’t be shy sister.” Myrna cooed, deepening my wolf’s annoyance as I contemplated which parts of her I should bite off first. Her stupid mouth that bore her stupid grin while she uttered those stupid words or those hands that dared to wrap me in that very unwelcome embrace. “The throne room can be quite overwhelming. Take it from one who’s had to walk down its very long aisle once before.” Myrna pulled back, faux understanding glittering in her eyes. “Of course, it’s not like you are about to wed my husband or anything, but I do understand and as your elder sister–”
She was baiting me. With everyone of her words and fake smile, she sought to drive the knife of betrayal deep into my heart. Deep enough to bring out the beast in me that was barely holding on. She hoped I would give the
