#Chapter 225: My Right

Hannah It was well past midnight by the time I stumbled into my family’s mansion, my vision blurred by tears and my throat raw from sobbing. The familiar scent of the home I had grown up in barely registered as I collapsed to the floor just inside the doorway. My claws extended involuntarily, scraping against the polished hardwood as I curled in on myself. The sound of my wails echoed through the grand foyer, bouncing off of the high ceilings and marble columns. I couldn’t stop the animal sounds escaping my throat, couldn’t control the way my body shook with each ragged breath. Footsteps thundered down the stairs, and I heard a gasp. “Hannah? What are you doing here?” Through my tears, I could make out the blurry form of my sister, her nightgown billowing around her as she rushed to my side. The scent of milk clung to her—she must have been up feeding the baby. I tried to speak, to explain, but all that came out was another gut-wrenching sob. My cla