Mia’s POV
The moment I closed the door to my room, the tears began to fall. I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them stream down my face as I sank onto the edge of the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My chest ached, not just from the chaos of the night but from the emotional toll that seemed never-ending.
Ima, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind. “You should have stopped them. You could have put them in their place, Mia.”
I shook my head, the thought of fighting them making my stomach churn. “I can’t, Ima. If they find out what we are—what I am—it’ll only make things worse. Do you think they’ll treat me any better knowing I’m stronger than them?”
Her growl softened into a sigh. “You’re underestimating yourself. You’ve let them hurt you for too long. They don’
