INDY
Of course, those words were easier said than done.
I could stand tall in front of Clara. I could smirk and pretend I wasn’t shaken, but the reality was, she had more people on her side. The palace felt colder with every passing day—at least, for me. Laughter died the moment I entered a room, only to restart the second I left. It was like being skinned alive in silence!
Poppy was the only one who still met my eyes.
Everyone else looked at me like I was a disease.
Rome wouldn’t even look at me anymore.
That hurt more than I wanted to admit.
My wrist still ached. No—ached wasn’t even the right word. It throbbed constantly, a deep, persistent pain that never fully went away. Here, I thought that werewolves healed faster. Did the Moon Goddess hate me that much to even give me a sl
