The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait
My younger sister’s wolf was unstable from birth.
The pack healers called it frenzy sickness. Loud noises, blood scent, anger, fear, even a sudden shock could push her into a violent episode.
So my whole life was put on silent mode.
I could not laugh too loud. I could not cry where she could smell it. I could not even scream when I was hurt, because pain had a scent, too.
My parents always held me with guilty eyes.
“Nova, your sister’s wolf needs the whole family to stay calm. You are strong. You are steady. You can handle more than she can. Just this once, okay?”
But “just this once” became my entire life.
That day, I accidentally knocked over a tray of metal parts in my father’s forge. The