Grey eyes. Blond hair. Skin as white as pearl. A smile that could warm anyone’s heart. There was no doubt that Ella was my sister. I could feel it. My wolf could feel it. I have no idea if Ella and her wolf perceived the same but I could feel that we had the same blood rushing in every part of our bodies.
But then, seeing Ella happy, the way she complimented our mother, the way she had been taken care of that had been so opposite to mine, I couldn't help but despise my mother even more.
Why was the world so unfair? What seemed to be a mother’s basis for loving one’s daughter while hating the other one?
Why did I even do so badly that I deserve such aggression and cruelty?
I blinked several times when I couldn't restrain the rising sense of envy trying to erupt and wrankling me. I shoul
