Elodie growled and then wailed again, her lips trembling. Despair was taking over her features.

“Let her be,” Kallias whispered in my ears and kissed the cheek that my half-sister just slapped.

Elodie kneeled on the floor, unclean hair framing her face like curtains. She was sobbing in her hands and remained like that for a time being. Memories from the time of my first bleeding to the time of my eighteenth birthday party where Alpha Gregor rejected me came rushing over me like an avalanche.

I was once like her too. Vengeance is really poetic and comes in a full circle.

In the past, I have been a prisoner...