Emily’s POV

I stood there, watching as they dragged Sierra away, her screams echoing through the halls like a haunting melody. She thrashed against the guards’ grip, but it was useless. Her wrists were bound in silver shackles, her ankles chained together to stop her from shifting. She had nowhere to run. No one left to save her.

Still, she fought.

“Emily!” Sierra’s voice was raw with fury and desperation. “You can’t do this to me! I am your sister!”

I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head as I folded my arms across my chest. "No, Sierra. I don’t have a sister." I met her wild gaze with...