Ava's POV
My grandmother had gone to confront my parents alone. During the altercation, she fell and hit her head. She was rushed to the hospital.
I stood outside the emergency room that night, my body trembling uncontrollably from fear, the kind that sinks into your bones and never truly leaves.
My blood felt like ice in my veins. My wolf was silent.
I prayed earnestly to the moon goddess to save my grandmother. She was all I had.
That evening, Laura appeared at the hospital with a bandaged arm. She walked toward me, her voice dripping with arrogance.
“Listen, Ava. Everything I want will always be mine.” Each word carved itself into me.
“The piano is mine.” She paused. “First place is mine.” She took another step closer. Her eyes were locked onto mine.
“No one gets to compete with
