Chapter 9: Silver Chains of the Past
(Natalie's POV)
I watched my grandmother's chest rise and fall with each gentle breath as she slipped into sleep. Her face, lined with age and marked by moon sickness, finally looked peaceful. For a moment, I allowed myself to remember her as she once was—strong, vibrant, running through the forest in her wolf form.
A harsh knock shattered the quiet moment.
"Natalie Silverstone! Get out here!" Victoria's shrill voice penetrated the door.
I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my grandmother's forehead before moving to open the door. Victoria stood there, face contorted with rage, hand raised to strike.
She froze mid-motion.
Behind her stood Richard and Lucas, my uncle's cold eyes taking in the scene.
"She needs to be taught a lesson,"
