As Isla stood outside her childhood home, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. The familiar sight of the house loomed before her, its once welcoming facade now feeling like a prison. The memories flooded back, each one a reminder of the struggles she had faced growing up as the youngest child in a family that had never quite understood her.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. It was never easy for her with her family. From a young age, she had been ridiculed for even the smallest things. Her parents had always held her to a standard that felt impossibly high, and her sister, the golden child, had set the bar even higher.
Isla had watched as her sister excelled in academics and showcased her werewolf strength, while she felt like she was constantly falling short.
“Lazy,” her parents had called her, the word echoing in her mind like a haunting refrain. It was a label that had stuck with her, one that she had fought against for years. No matter how hard she
