Chapter twenty four The aftermath

Melissa’s POV

As the doors slammed behind Susie, I stood there, trying to steady my breathing. The tension in the room was still thick, and I could feel the eyes of the pack members burning into my back, but I barely noticed.

My mind was full of chaotic thoughts, most of them centered on the realization that time hadn’t made my sister any more mature or loving towards me.

She didn’t regret what she did to me all those years ago. She didn’t regret throwing me out of my home or ruining my life, even though she knew that I was back to save her son.

She didn’t care. She still hated me, and I don’t know why.

It was painfully clear to me now—Susie had always hated me, and she always would. No matter how much I tried to stay out of her way or build a life for myself away from this pack, or save her sons life, her butter resentment was a constant fact I would never escape.

And for what? For being the one who was quieter, nicer, who stayed out of trouble? Or was it for being the one who caught