Eliana's POV
I gripped my smartphone so tightly the screen practically creaked beneath my manicured fingers. My blood was boiling, rushing through my veins like pure acid.
I had just checked the global forum comments, and the internet was tearing me to shreds.
They were calling me a fake, a whiner, an embarrassment to the Crimson Lake Pack. Meanwhile, those disgusting, glowing comments about Elena were multiplying by the second. They were treating her like she was some kind of savior, a brilliant prodigy destined for the crown.
I looked up from my screen, my eyes scanning the courtyard until they landed on her. She was sitting alone in a quiet corner, staring down at her phone with a small, serene smile. Who did she think she was? Some kind of saint? Sitting there looking so damn inn
