han a minute." My voice was firm and strong, so unwilling and unyielding that it felt like someone else was speaking through me. "And I said I do not want to sign these papers. Go back to yo

s again. My name is Whitney, and I'm so sorry for all you've been through. Our lineage of wolves is rare, proud, and powerful, only able to make connection with our human side when we feel the human is truly ready for it. But you... you're a people pleaser. You've always tried to fit in, to make others happy. And that's why we couldn't connect." I felt a pang of guilt and shame at its words. Was it true? Had I been so focused on pleasing others that I'd neglected my own true nature and forced my wolf into the furthest part of me? Yes, a tiny voice said in my head. Yes, you have. I had spent my entire life trying to meet everyone else's expectations, trying to be the perfect Luna, the perfect mate, the perfect daughter - trying to make up for the fact that I was different, that I didn't have a wolf like the rest of them. I had buried parts of myself in order to fit into a mold that had never truly been mine, all because I wanted to fit in. I sniffed back the mucus that threatened to run down my nose and asked, "So why are you here now? And what do you mean by revenge the other time in the room?" Whitney's eyes seemed to bore into mine as it replied, "Exactly that. Revenge," "I still don't get you," Whitney's expression turned cold and hard. "Are you willing to let Rosina, Brittany, and George get away with what they did? They killed your baby, Wendy, threw you away and framed you for a crime you didn't commit. Are you willing to do something about it or are you willing to forgive and forget just like that?" I gave a little disbelieving laugh. "Forgive and forget? That's not possible. I could never forget what they had done to me. But what can I do? I cle