The Hidden True Bloodline's Fated Revenge

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ace, replaced by an icy expression of disgust and impatience. In my prev

She rushed towards me, grabbing my hands with feigned warmth.

't have the memories of my past life, I too would h

s coiling around me. I instinctively wanted to pull aw

shy smile. "

e, watched us, a pleased smile on her aged face. "An

natural line. She said nothing. Her gaze wa

iranda, the Luna of the Pack's third branch. "Indeed, Annice. Look at Aine.

the first branch, chimed in. "Isn't it so? She's th

were actually fanning the flames. Everyone knew my

y mother's fac

es of their conversation and took a few st

iven, or perhaps the rug was uneven. My foot ca

ted right at my m

fect test. I wanted to see how she would re

p, but her movement was a beat too slow, making

could smell her expensive rose perfum

culous hope flickered within me.

o

ady Annice reacted instinctively. She threw her hands out-

lled with revulsion, as if I

d hard on the floor, my elbow cracking against the p

nto a dead, suf

nned by the sudd

I just lay on the floor, looking up at m

She stared at her own hands, her face pale, her

ice's side with a cry. "Mother, are you alri

oug

the silence. It was my gr

ith a resounding thud. She rose from h

ter, who has been lost to you for years?" Her

utterly crushed by her shove. It was for the best. From t

dress. My face remained a mask of calm, almost numb composure. Thi