How could I have been so stupid? The signs were there, screaming at me.The unfamiliar wet patch and disgusting sweet smell on my sheets after a long day at Maria's. The way Julian would return from a sudden "errand" with a fresh, poorly explained scratch. Amara, who even stole my childhood art, my friends' admiration, every shred of light I ever had—she was always going to steal this too. She could never stand for an Alpha heir like Julian to be truly, completely mine.