I didn't remember the walk back to Beaumont.
Only the anger.
It burned beneath my skin with every step down the northern path.
Not wild.
Not uncontrolled.
Focused.
For nineteen years, everyone had told me who I was.
The wolfless daughter.
The forgotten twin.
The girl who didn't matter.
Now I knew none of it had been true.
My wolf wasn't missing.
She had been buried.
Hidden.
Silenced.
Just like me.
The realization hurt more than any lie I'd uncovered so far.
Because it wasn't strangers.
It wasn't the silver-eyed wolves beyond the border.
It wasn't some enemy lurking in the shadows.
It was my family.
My father.
The village gates came into view as the sun climbed higher.
People were already awake.
Shopkeepers opened shutters.
Children ran through the streets.
Neighbo
