Lyla
I've been called wolfless, a deviant, and every other thing all my life but never a murderer!
The word rang a hateful echo that refused to fade. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides.
"I've had enough!" I cried out. My tears were flowing freely now, streaking down my face. "Stop calling me a murderer. I haven't killed anyone. I am not a monster."
I gazed at Luna Vanessa, my mother—or the woman who I had always believed was my mother. Her expression was concealed with disdain, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. But I wanted to try one last time. Maybe she had been so angry and had spoken out of it.
"Are you even my mother? You've hated me for as long as I can remember. Why? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?"
Nathan stiffened, his hand immediately reaching for me. "This isn't the time or place, Lyla. We just need to get the joining ceremony back on track, that's all."
