Shadowed Crown
Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck.
"How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head."
Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me.
An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road.
It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.
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