30. Carina
The weight of every single person’s—witch and shifter alike—gazes threaten to bury me in the ground as I step away from Ryder. Most noticeable is his, a mix of worry and anger as I walk farther away from him. Sometimes things need to play out for the better though. Maybe if Grandma sees what’s truly at stake if she murders the pack—how she’ll take a part of her grandchild’s family away—she’ll release them. Grandma’s face ripples in disgust and she falls back a step, her hand flying to her chest. The skin around her nose wrinkles with a sneer, and while her head flies back and forth in denial, her flat eyes remain firm on me. In the last second, they shift to anguish. “Sybil,” I start, using her proper name—something I know she hates, before I change tactics. “Grandma.” Being an enemy wi
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