Ava's POV
Victor watched me carefully. Then he asked,
“Have you ever wondered why your parents favor Laura?”
I didn’t answer the question. I just looked at him, waiting to hear what he would say next.
His scent carried something restrained… frustration, maybe. Or something deeper he wasn’t letting surface.
“It’s because you’re always speaking so coldly,” he continued, his voice even but edged. “So harshly. Acting like the world owes you something.”
My wolf stilled.
“Laura’s genuinely kind,” he added. “She has defended you countless times. How can you treat her like this?”
There was silence.
Then I crunched another candy, biting down hard on it. Sweetness flooded my mouth, almost cloying.
I tilted my head slightly, meeting Victor's gaze.
“So you’re saying I popped out of the womb
