—- “Maybe you should think about why no one chooses you.” The words were cold. Delivered with purpose. But they didn’t sting. Not anymore. Because thirteen days ago, I’d heard the truth-from the Alpha and Luna of our bloodline. Cain had never wanted me. He was playing a part, just like the rest of them. If I’d stayed quiet, he would’ve kept pretending. You were never the choice, Vera, Vespa murmured. Only the placeholder. A few seconds passed. His voice softened.
He realized, maybe, that he’d gone too far. But I was already looking at the flight details my classmate had sent me. “Cain,” I said quietly. “We’re done.” “What?” “{‘m not your shield anymore. Or a substitute.” Tended the call before he could say anything else. —- I wasn’t a pawn in their polished little story. I was a wolf -wounded, yes. But no longer theirs. I was leaving.
