Chapter 62
Astrid's POV
Kaeleen's question hung in the air, a gentle probe into the deepest recesses of my past. The high of standing up to Leon and the Elders was fading, replaced by a familiar ache, the ghost of a life I'd lost, a sister I'd mourned, and now, a stranger wearing her face.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "It's a long story," I began, my voice a little shaky. "And it's not a pretty one."
Alex, sensing my discomfort, squeezed my hand. "You don't have to, Astrid," he said softly. "Not if you don't want to."
I managed a weak smile. "No, it's okay. Kaeleen deserves to know." I turned to him, meeting his concerned gaze. "Clara and I were twins. Identical. We grew up in the Wildthorn pack. It wasn't… the best place. My father was a stern man, obsessed with tradition. Clara was everything he wanted in a daughter, obedient, quiet, graceful. I… wasn't."