Lyra's POVI have always wanted my mother to love me.Not the way she loved the idea of us. Not the way she paraded us at pack events with our hair done and our mouths shut and our smiles perfectly positioned. Not the way she bragged about our betrothal. I mean really love me. The kind that didn't require anything from me first. The kind that just existed. I was still waiting.I missed my father.A mother should make breakfast for her children in the morning, but mine scream. The screaming had started at seven in the morning. Before breakfast. Before I had even finished combing my hair.I heard the first crash from my room and I already knew. I set my comb down slowly on the vanity and looked at myself in the mirror and told myself it was probably nothing. It was something huge. It was always huge with Mum. She was probably just in one of her moods. She had them sometimes, these episodes where the whole house had to bend itself around her energy or get broken in the process. We had
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