Agatha
I had never felt smaller than when I left my mother’s shadow that night. Her words still clawed at me, sharp and unforgiving: “You are failing me, Agatha. You are failing us all.”
An ultimatum. That’s what she had given me… succeed or be dragged back into the abyss of her coven, my skin stripped away and my usefulness burned to ash.
I hated her for it. And yet, I hated myself even more.
For years, I had been weaving this grand tapestry, each thread spun with patience. The Crimson Pack was supposed to be mine; my throne, my stage, my vessel. Josiah was supposed to be at my feet, blind to the strings I pulled. And Mia, sweet, fragile Mia, she was supposed to be broken long before she ever learned to bare her teeth.
But now? Everything was unraveling. My mother’s voice echoed in m
