Lora stood in front of Alena, her emotions a turbulent storm of anger, sadness, and a deep, aching sense of betrayal. She could hear her sister’s taunting words, but they felt distant, as if coming from somewhere far away. Alena’s nonsensical ramblings about the Lycans’ supposed invincibility were laced with desperation. Lora knew her sister well enough to recognize the fear hidden behind her words, but that did little to quell the rage simmering within her.
“You’re sleeping in the bed you made, Alena,” Lora said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “Where are your mighty Lycans now, to save you?”
Alena’s response was a hollow laugh, her eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. “They don’t need to be next to me. They gave me a weapon to protect myself. No one can lay a finger o
