ANYA’S POV My 18th birthday… a complete and totally hilarious joke. It was a day that felt as if I’d committed a crime whenever it came. No matter what I did that day or any other, I would always be seen as a misfit… a dark curse to the entire pack. Even for something as basic and important as food, or anything resembling a normal life… which I felt I deserved… I was cruelly denied by my heartless stepmother, the now leader of Silverfang pack. “Anya! Anya!” her powerful voice boomed against the walls. My heart pounded against my ribs and a familiar feeling of dread sat in the marrow of my bones while goosebumps clawed its way across my skin. I'd recognize that voice anywhere in the world. Even if my body was long buried. “Dear, goddess,” I begged in a whisper that brushed over the flames of the candle in front of me. My hands shook as I blew out the flame, believing… hoping that my plea for life beyond this torment and pain be fulfilled. But I should have known that
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