Hannah
It was well past midnight by the time I stumbled into my family’s mansion, my vision blurred by tears and my throat raw from sobbing.
The familiar scent of the home I had grown up in barely registered as I collapsed to the floor just inside the doorway. My claws extended involuntarily, scraping against the polished hardwood as I curled in on myself.
The sound of my wails echoed through the grand foyer, bouncing off of the high ceilings and marble columns. I couldn’t stop the animal sounds escaping my throat, couldn’t control the way my body shook with each ragged breath.
Footsteps thundered down the stairs, and I heard a gasp. “Hannah? What are you doing here?”
Through my tears, I could make out the blurry form of my sister, her nightgown billowing around her as
