Mia
The two men hesitated, circling me like the wolves they were but unsure of their prey. I could taste their unease. It was sharp, metallic, mixing with the blood on my tongue.
“You are bluffing,” the shorter one spat, but his voice lacked conviction. He gripped the knife tighter, knuckles whitening. “Glow in your eyes or not, you are still just a girl.”
His words almost made me laugh. Just a girl.
Hadn’t they all said that once? Back in the Crimson Pack, every sneer, every shove, every strike of the whip carried that same poison: weak, small, nothing. I had believed it. For years, I had carried that lie as if it were scripture.
But tonight, as heat pulsed under my skin and the forest itself seemed to draw closer, whispering through the leaves, I knew the truth.
I was more.
He lun
