Lilith pov

We were in trouble. In serious trouble.

Ever since I turned eighteen, I hadn’t gotten my wolf. Honestly, I hadn’t minded, hadn’t cared when people called me wolfless, worthless, a jinx.

They were just words. In life, when you had more pressing matters, like your father dying in a war and your mother attempting to take her own life, the petty words of people who meant nothing to you barely mattered.

So, I hadn’t once prayed to the Goddess to give me a wolf. My prayers had always been for my mother to wake up and for my father’s soul to rest in peace.

Then I found out...