I’ll never forget what she did. She was the one who tipped off the rival pack about my parents' journey—just because they wouldn’t favor her wish to divide the family’s wealth.
Karina’s greedy. What she’s suffering now is her punishment. But it’s not enough for me. I want more. I want to make her feel it.
“We’re leaving after this,” Daniel said, as we ate together on my fourth week here, just after his return from the war.
I noticed Karina, barely able to walk, supported by a servant and a young man.
The adopted son, the supposed heir to all the wealth and power. He’s wrong. I’ll put you back in your rightful place.
“Yes, my Lord,” I replied, not missing the sarcasm.
Karina was approaching, her eyes fixed on me, and so was her son.
“W-who is she?” she asked as she reached Daniel.
“Why are you even here?” he snapped. “You’re sick. Stay inside and stop stressing me out!”
“But you’ve been gone for so long. I want to know how you’re doing, and w-who is she?” Her curiosity was too obvious.
She stared, expecting an introduction, but I savored the hatred and jealousy in her eyes—despite her son’s glare.