Sophia’s POVThe silence that followed my announcement was like a thick fog, cold and choking. I didn't wait to see the look on Lucian's face, and I didn't wait to hear the gasps of the elders. I turned on my heel and marched into the mansion, the heavy marble floors felt cold beneath my feet. My heart was like a drum, beating a rhythm of pure panic and rebellion."Sophia, what is this supposed to mean?"Hearing the gloomy, sharp voice of my mother behind me made my stomach turn. She followed me down the long, dim hallway of the family wing, her footsteps clicking like a clock counting down to my execution. I kept walking, but my vision was blurring. Unshed tears filled my eyes, hot and stinging. I hated that I was crying. I hated that I still cared.I reached the door to my old suite and spun around, finally coming to full consciousness of what I had just done in front of the whole pack."Literally what it says, mother," I snapped, my voice cracking just a little. "I’m done. I’m not
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