Selina’s POV
I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, replaying the confrontation with Melissa over and over in my mind.
The fear in her eyes when I’d growled at her. But a part of me felt guilty. The old Selina…the one who’d spent years trying to be invisible, who’d apologized for existing…wanted to feel bad about making someone afraid.
But the new part of me, the part that had a wolf now, the part that was tired of being stepped on?
That part felt satisfied.
She deserved it, my wolf said sleepily. She’s been cruel to us for years.
“I know,” I whispered into the darkness. “But what if I went too far? What if…”
What if nothing? You defended yourself. You defended our mother. That’s what wolves do.
I closed my eyes, trying to quiet the anxiety spiraling in my chest.
“I’m
