Melissa.
I stormed down the hallway, fury pulsing through every stride.
My footsteps echoed sharply against the stone floor, the sound almost violent, almost matching the rhythm of my racing heart. My mind swarmed with thoughts, each one darker and louder than the last.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow would be the perfect chance.
Their guards would be distracted, half-drunk on celebration and pride. The entire pack would be gathered for Amelia, the adored sister, the chosen mate, the bride-to-be. No one would spare a thought for the unwanted twin lurking in the shadows.
While they reveled, I would vanish, silently and unnoticed, forgotten—just the way they preferred.
I was so deep in my escape plans that I barely saw anything in front of me. I turned the corner too sharply, and collided into som
