Penelope
She smiles. Although the smile shows that she is tired, it's genuine. "I want to be like you someday." Mira whispers.
The words hit me harder than I expect. I help her to her feet, steadying her until she can stand on her own.
Like me? Someone's who had to go through hell and be reborn to learn their lesson?
Someone who watched their mother die before their own eyes and unable to do anything?
Is that who she wants to be?
But then again, that's not all I am.
I am also the daughter who fought for justice, an Alpha who did everything to save her people from the claws of a bastard.
"Then keep pushing yourself," I say. "But remember, strength isn't just about fighting. It's about protecting what matters. It's about standing up when it would be easier to stay down." I remind her
