The Girl Raised By Werewolf

I got dumped under a rotting oak with city smoke still stuck to my skin. My human mother walked off like I never happened. My lycan father never even knew I was alive. Wolves found me. They hauled me into their pack and raised me like family while their real daughter practiced cutting me open with every single word. At Shadow Space Academy the test stone lights up for the strong. Mine went black. Dead black. They laughed. Called me human. Useless. Not even good enough for the Alpha’s shadow. They were wrong. Black isn’t empty. Black is the mark of the bloodline that comes next. When that power finally rips out of me, the soft little girl they mocked won’t ask for a seat at their table. I’ll take the academy. I’ll take the sister who spent years trying to break me. I’ll take the Alpha himself. And I’ll burn every last thing that ever tried to keep me small.