Esme’s POV
I watched the guards drag Raven away, her screams cutting through the whole place like she believed the world owed her attention.
She kicked and twisted but the guards didn’t loosen their grip. She swore at me, threatened me, shouted about how Nolan would “end me,” how the pack would “burn me,” how I would “regret being born.” None of it mattered anymore.
Maybe this was wrong. Maybe this would cause trouble later. But in that moment, all I felt was relief.
For the first time in years, people looked at me with something that wasn’t disgust or pity.
Some looked shocked. Some looked afraid. Some looked confused. But at least now they saw me. Not as the quiet girl they ignored. Not as the disappointment they whispered about. Not as the wolfless sister who should have died ins
