I could run, and I could hide. But there was no escaping a broken heart. And that’s exactly what I felt right then, a pain so deep it stole my breath. It wasn't loud enough for everyone to truly hear, but I felt every single second of it. It tore apart the tiny bit of hope I had left inside me.
I didn't need to understand the words she was saying. I felt it. I saw it. In his eyes. In her eyes. Maybe he had never cared about me, never truly loved me. And that, I thought, I could live with. But he slept with her.
And she, my sister, not by blood but by every other tie that mattered, because we shared the same parents, announced it so easily, right in front of me.
Everyone around could hear it, because werewolves have sharp hearing. I didn't dare look back at anyone. The shame was already
