But none of it mattered.
Here stood my sister, right before me, oozing that same venomous smile she'd worn when she'd "accidentally" exposed my lack of a wolf to the entire pack.
Memory fragments burned behind my eyelids:
*Mother turning away as the pack youths "tripped" me into mud;
*Father's dismissive snort when I begged for training;
*Ethan's indifferent eyes when his friends cornered me in the woods;
*Celeste's laughter when her minions pulled my hair hard...
I squeezed my eyes shut. The ugly darkness I'd kept caged for years rattled its chains.
Years of fury, humiliation, and swallowed pain erupted in a single breath. When my eyes snapped open, I gave a dark smirk at her.
"You're right," I said sweetly. "You're his dream woman. And yet..." I let my smirk sharpen as I went in
