“Before we cut the cake, I want to say something!”
The crowd gathered like pups chasing a treat.
She smiled beautifully, her eyes sweeping the room until they landed on me. She lifted her hand, inviting me forward like I was part of her little show.
“I know things have been… tense,” she said softly.
“But I want you all to know that my sister and I have made peace.”
I blinked.
She turned to me with fake sadness.
“I’m sorry for making you angry and jealous, sister. I never tried to compete with you. No matter how much you hate me… I always looked up to you. We are pack.”
The crowd murmured in admiration.
She turned back to the giant cake and cut it gracefully.
“To my sister,” she said. “May she one day find peace and purpose.”
Then she stepped closer and held the first bite toward me.
I didn’t take it.
Her whisper hit me like poison.
“The last thing you’ll ever taste as a Silverfang Pack’s member, bitch. First your mother died, and now it’s your turn to follow her. Father isn’t yours. Your ex‑fiancé wants me. Even your fated mate, your precious warrior, chooses me over you.”
My vision burned red. I turned away, refusing to let her see me break. But then my dress jerked sharply.