/Amber’s POV/
It’s all so confusing, I can’t place my finger on it. Why? Why? Why do I feel myself faltering in the face of their pretentious smile? The conceited little prince that still hates me, and my pretentious little sister that acts like I matter to her... My hateful mother, who threw me away, and my sickening father, who thinks I wouldn’t find out what he did—if they hate me, they should f*****g act like it—why on earth are they playing nice? Did they think I'd forget if they did? That’s impossible; I clearly remember what they did to me. I was told they were all doing well before I got here. I mean, I expected it, but seeing it all for myself made my blood boil.
After everything they did to me—binding my wolf, crippling me, and throwing me away—they had the nerve to act on my
