Lzyra's POV
I sat on the edge of my old bed, my fingers brushing over the quilt I used to clutch as a child. The familiar scent of the room made my stomach churn. Memories hit me like a storm I couldn't escape.
My father's harsh voice echoing in my mind. "You're a curse! A disgrace to this family!"
I clenched the quilt tighter, my hands trembling.
My brother's laughter ringing out in my head.
"You think you're special because of that wolf? You're nothing, Lyra. Nothing!"
The sharp sting of their words cut through me all over again. Tears spilled before I could stop them, streaming freely down my face.
The door creaked open, and Adrian strolled in, his smug expression lighting a fire in my chest.
"What's this?" he sneered. "Crying already? I can't believe you have such a strong wolf with how weak you always seemed."
I glared at him through my tears.