Danika’s P.O.V.

I sat down on my bed, knees folded tightly to my chest, my face gazing into nothingness.

Where do I even start from? Had I been a fool for being a loving person? In what way had I offended her—my own mother? Never in my wildest imagination did I think her hatred for me ran this deep. She was my mother, and I her daughter.

I could never harbor this kind of hatred toward my own flesh and blood. I loved her the way a daughter should—but what did I get in return? Her food, laced with wolfsbane.

And worse, I even stopped Jonah from finding out the...