|| Penelope ||
“Since the moment you were born, they tried to silence you — silence us,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my head, laced with frustration. Her tone was sharp, almost bitter, as if the memories of our suppression still burned fresh in her mind. “They dulled your senses, clouded your instincts, made sure I wouldn’t be able to sniff out the threats. They wanted us weak. Vulnerable.”
I took a sharp breath, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed until my knuckles turned white. The weight of her words settled over me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and inescapable. My chest tightened, and I felt the familiar sting of betrayal clawing at my heart.
“There’s more to this than meets the eye, Penny,” she said again, her voice a steady pulse in my mind. It was calm, but beneath the surf
