A memory from when I was four flooded my mind.Cora had just been born. She was so frail she couldn't even cry.Terrified, Sylvia summoned the pack’s most revered witch to tell my sister’s future.But the witch didn't look at Cora. She stared right at me."This child's aura is too strong," she said, pointing a withered finger at me. "She will drain her sister's life force. If you don't send her away, the younger one will never awaken her wolf. She won't live to see twenty."With that one sentence, I became the family curse.My parents started making plans to send me away.But I was just a kid. I didn't understand. I just wanted to stay.I took the little herb sachet I had sewn myself, my favorite one, and walked to her crib. The crib was lined with blankets woven from priceless moon-grass, surrounded by expensive new wolf dolls my father had bought."For you, Cora," I said, holding it out carefully, trying to win her over.She glanced at it, snatched it, and threw it on the floor. Then
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