Impersonate My Twin Sister to Avenge on Her Bullies

The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic, herbs, and something else—something bitter. It was coming from me. Anger, barely contained, mixing with the sharp scent of my tears. I wasn’t used to crying. It was a weakness. At least, that’s what everyone had always told me. Monsters don’t cry.

I’d always been the strong one, the one everyone feared. Even our pack members wouldn’t meet my eyes for too long. I heard the whispers—“She’s not like the rest of us,” “She’s dangerous,” “She’s unnatural.” It didn’t matter that I could take down any enemy that threatened us, didn’t matter that I had saved lives. To them, I wasn’t a protector. I was something to be kept at arm’s length.

But none of that mattered. Not now.

I sat beside Laura’s bed, staring at her fragile form as she lay there, too weak to move. Her pale skin looked even more fragile under the infirmary’s dim light, her eyes sunken, and her usually golden hair damp with sweat. My hands trembled as I held hers. The weight of her suffering pressed down on my chest until it hurt to breathe.

“How could they…” I whispered, not to her, not to anyone. It was just the question that kept circling in my mind. How could they do this to her?

Laura stirred, her voice so faint I had to lean in to catch the words. “Livia… there’s something else. Something I didn’t… I couldn’t tell anyone.”

I could feel my wolf stir beneath my skin, agitated, pacing in the back of my mind. “What is it?” I asked though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer. Not if it was going to break me even more than I already was.

Tears welled in Laura’s eyes, and I could see her struggling to hold it together, the shame weighing her down like stones tied to her spirit. She was always the pure one, the kind one, the one who brought light into the darkest places. My twin, but her heart was soft where mine had always been hard.

“They took videos,” she whispered, barely able to meet my gaze. “Of me. When they… when I was… they…” Her voice faltered, and the tears spilled over, her fragile body shaking with sobs.

My chest tightened. “Videos?” I echoed, my voice hollow like the words weren’t sinking in. But they did. The image flashed through my mind, and the fury that followed was white-hot, blinding.

Valerie. It was always Valerie. Her perfect little circle of followers. They had tormented Laura, humiliated her, and now this?

“They made me take off my clothes,” Laura whispered, her voice breaking as she relived the horror. “They said if I didn’t… they’d hurt me more. They laughed… they—” She gasped, choking on her tears. “And they recorded it. I don’t know who else has seen it.”

I felt like the room was closing in on me, the walls pushing in, threatening to crush us both. My hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles turned white, claws threatening to break through the skin.

No one would do this to my sister. No one.

“They broke you,” I whispered, voice trembling. “And now they think they can walk away without consequence?” My wolf howled in my mind, a guttural cry for blood, for vengeance. “I won’t let them.”

Laura’s grip tightened on my hand, but she was too weak to do much more than that. “Livia, please… don’t. You can’t—”

“I can,” I growled, standing so abruptly that my chair clattered to the floor. “They hurt you. They nearly destroyed you. And now I’m going to ruin every single one of them.”

“No!” Laura’s voice cracked, but it was the most forceful I’d heard her since she woke. “You can’t… you’ll get in trouble.”

“I don’t care,” I snapped, my voice thick with rage.

I paced the room, my body trembling with the need to shift, to let the beast inside me tear free and hunt. But I couldn’t—not yet. I had to be smart about this. I had to be careful. I couldn’t just storm into Valerie’s life and tear it apart with my claws. I had to dismantle her, piece by piece, the way she had done to Laura.

I turned back to my sister, my voice softening. “I’m not going to hurt you, Laura. But I’m not going to let them get away with this either.”

Laura’s eyes were filled with fear. Not for herself. For me. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Livia. You always protect me… but who’s going to protect you?”

I crouched beside her bed again, taking her hand in mine. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve been surviving on my own long before any of this. And I’ll keep surviving. For you.”

Her lip quivered, and for a moment, she looked like she was going to argue. But she didn’t.

I stood, my muscles tensing, my mind spinning with plans. Valerie wouldn’t get away with this. None of them would. They thought they were untouchable because they hid behind power, behind their pack status, behind their smug, privileged lives.

But they had never met someone like me.