The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead
Now, facing this scene before me, that hope seemed foolish.
Samantha, my sister and the only family I had left after our parents died, was truly behind everything that had happened. Every memory I had of her, every shared grief over our parents, every moment I'd trusted her with the pack's safety, rearranged itself in an instant into something unrecognizable and cruel. I thought of every late night we'd spent together as pups, every time she'd covered for me with our father, every ordinary kindness I'd never once thought to question, and felt each of those memories curdle into something I could no longer trust at all.
She had betrayed me. She genuinely wanted me dead.