Evaline:
I wasn't waking up.
The nightmare pulled me deeper into the memories of my past. Reminding me that night was just the beginning.
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I turned sixteen.
The moon hung heavy in the sky, but for me, it may as well have been pitch black.
Because that was the night of my Awakening. The night every wolf comes of age, the night the wolf spirit rises for the first time and bonds with its human half.
Except… mine never came.
I stood there under the moonlight, surrounded by whispers, eyes darting toward me with pity, disgust, superiority.
"Wolfless."
"She's useless."
"Trash."
And then there was my father's gaze. His reaction was the one I could never forget. The way his shoulders stiffened, the shame etched across his features as though my existence had spat on the family name, on his very existence.
I wanted him to say something, anything. To tell them I was still his daughter, their Alpha's daughter, still worthy.
