What did I do to deserve this, Moon Goddess?
My wolf whimpered inside me, feeling my anguish. She wanted me to be strong, to fight for the truth.
But what was left to fight for?
I pushed myself up and looked at my hands—bloody, covered in cuts that wouldn’t heal fast. It would take time.
I was done.
I was never the type to hate anyone. Maybe that was my biggest flaw. Maybe I was a fool for still caring about people who despised me.
I laughed—a hollow, bitter sound that echoed through the small room. It felt like I was going insane.
When Lily’s birthday arrived, I went. The entire pack was there, celebrating her memory like she was still alive. I stood at the back, watching as they placed a framed photo of her on the makeshift stage. She was so young, so beautiful.
I was wearing the dress she had chosen for me—a simple blue one.
Anastasia approached with a pitying smile. "Did Mom ask you to come, Gracie? You really shouldn’t be here…" She acted concerned, but I saw right through her.
Marcus was by her side. He didn’t even bother pretending to care. He wouldn’t look at me. He was ashamed.
My mother appeared out of nowhere, gripping my arm tightly and dragging me forward.