Chapter 52

I WASHED the blood off my hands. As silence filled the air, I stared at my reflection on the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become.

Stronger. Braver. Wiser.

But broken.

In fact, I feel more broken than before.

The servants trembled in front of me now. None of them had to know that as soon as I stepped inside my room and locked the door, I had to run to the bathroom and throw up. I was never a fan of violence.

But this was my reality now.

If I don’t do this, who will stand up for me? My father? He was the one who thought giving me a complete family was the solution to all of our problems. He said he loved me and yet, he didn’t trust me with the truth.

He believed the doctor more than his own daughter, saying that tricolored wolves were different. They were extremely sensitive. They see things and feel things on a deeper level. He was worried that the loss I would feel about growing up without a mother would have a negative impact on my wolf. Worse, it might manifest late. It was a