Sora's POV
You don't even have a wolf, Sora. You never awakened one.
The sentence trails me all the way into the next morning. Not because it wounded me — it didn't. Nothing he said in that tent could touch me.
It's that these are the exact words I've said to myself, countless times, for twenty-eight years. Hearing them come out of his mouth was like catching my own reflection in a window I'd never noticed was there.
Wolfless.
It's the first fact anyone ever handed me about myself. Before my name was settled, before I learned to walk on a leg that would never track straight, the verdict was already in: she doesn't have one.
I built my entire life on that foundation. A life that didn't need a wolf. A pair of hands that could do what even a wolf's instincts couldn't.
But my mind keeps
