Chapter Three
“Where have you been?” Eden yelled.
She was always yelling.
“What does it matter?” Lyric asked as she shouldered past her sister and into the house.
“You have been acting so weird. It’s not like you to just disappear. I texted you a dozen times! I called you a dozen times more! If I call you, I demand that you respond. I am your Alpha!”
Lyric winced and turned in the dark hallway that led to her bedroom at the back of the house. “Your mate is Alpha and besides, I thought I was your sister.”
“Alpha trumps familial bonds.”
“That was sarcasm, Eden. We don’t even have the familial bond and again, you aren’t Alpha.”
“I did you a favor telling you the truth, and you’re acting like I wrecked your world.”
“You all lied to me my whole life. I can take a minute to adjust my view of the world.”
“The minute is up. Toughen up, Lyric. You’re being a little bitch about all of this. You still have a purpose for the Elders. You’re still the Turner. Just because Dad is gone doesn’t mean the mission is done.”
“Your dad,” she said softly.
“What?” Eden barked, squaring up to her. “What did you say?”
“He was your dad,” she said slightly louder.
“He raised you like you were his own! How dare you,” she snarled. Eden’s glowing blue eyes were blazing with rage as she stood over her. Two blue eyes, and that should’ve tipped her off that they weren’t really related. Their eyes should’ve been the same damn color.
Lyric hung her head and exposed her neck. This wasn’t worth fighting over. Eden always won. She always got what she wanted and Lyric was tired to her bones.
Tonight had been a breath of fresh air, and then she’d come back to her personal hell where nothing made sense anymore.
She wished things were simpler.
Eden was shouting, but Lyric was tuning her out. It had gotten easier to do that lately. She was always yelling these days. She was always angry. She said it was from pain because she missed Aro, and she was confused by her new pairing with Traydon to maintain power in this new Pack.
Lyric tried to be understanding, but lately she’d been going numb, and she didn’t know how to reverse it.
Eden shoved her and told her, “Get out of my sight.”
Feeling empty, Lyric made her way to her room and closed the door behind her with a soft click.
She sat on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes, then drifted to a place where she had smiled. Vic telling her about his silly little hamster and how he’d knitted it sweaters so it could travel into town with him.
A smile stretched her lips.
A door slammed in the house, and Lyric closed her eyes tighter and imagined the way he had looked at her when he’d asked for her number.
It had been a long time since anyone had actually seen her.
It felt good.
Lyric opened her eyes and knew what she would do.
She would break the rules again and absorb the wrath of her sister, because this place didn’t make sense. This den was full of ghosts. Her life was a lie.
Vic had said Destiny was medicine.
Aro would roll over in his shallow grave if he knew what she was thinking, but that was okay.
Aro had been the reason everything had gotten so messed up.
Yolo, or whatever Vic had said tonight.