|| Penelope ||
I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. Why had she sent me back in time? Was it truly to help me? Or was there another, more sinister reason? She had once sought to destroy the Lycans, so why empower me now? What did she stand to gain from this?
The questions circled my mind relentlessly, refusing to grant me even a moment of clarity. My thoughts churned in endless loops, a tide of uncertainty and dread rising within me.
Before I realized it, I had reached my room. I sighed and forced my aching body inside, locking the door behind me. My gaze drifted to the mirror.
A stranger stared back.
My dark hair was tangled and matted with dirt. Shadows clung beneath my eyes, deep and hollow, a testament to my exhaustion. My lips were swollen, a thin cut barely visibl
