Diva stood inside the garden house like a ghost trapped in a world that wouldn’t stop spitting venom at her.
The glass walls shimmered with sunlight, but nothing felt warm. Nothing felt safe. Her hands trembled as she traced the frame of the window, staring out into the gardens where whispers traveled like snakes.
Gold digger.
Murderer.
Curse-child.
Pretender.
Possessed demon.
Every foul rumor that had crawled its way through the pack lands echoed in her skull like knives dragging across stone.
Her chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. The world suddenly felt too big, too loud, too cruel. She was born future Alpha of the Guardian pack, raised royal, trained to be strong...yet every rumor turned the little girl inside her into a shaking, wounded thing.
Her wolf snarled inside
