EMMA
I woke up with a jolt. The silence was too loud. I sat up slowly, my bones still aching, my body heavy, my mind foggy.
My wolf was silent now, but the memory of that night still clawed under my skin.
They hadn't even given me the quarters assigned to the Luna to be. I was stuffed into a servant's closet, dressed up with a single cot. Like, I didn't belong. Like I wasn't supposed to exist while my half sister made my life a living hell.
I hadn't really seen any of them since that night. Each time, they ignored me like I was nothing but dust in their path.
Xavier walked past me once, his steps stiff, shoulders squared like the very sight of me was an offense. He didn't look at me, didn't speak. But his presence was a storm—cold, crackling, dangerous. His silence felt heavier than words ever could.
