The Overlooked Twin Is the Pack’s S-Class Warrior Chapter 02

The Overlooked Twin Is the Pack’s S-Class Warrior Chapter 02

After we confirmed our placements, Mom and Dad sent money to me and Sarah separately.

Sarah opened hers and immediately latched onto Mom’s arm. “I knew you loved me best.”

She turned to me out of habit. “How much did Dad give you?”

I said flatly, “Two hundred.”

Sarah beamed. But she still had to put on her caring-sister act. “Mom and Dad probably didn’t want you blowing through it all, so they just sent me the twenty grand. If you need anything, just tell me.”

Mom gave her an affectionate pinch on the nose. “That money’s for you—to celebrate making A-class. Spend it on yourself!”

Then she turned to me. “As for you—your wolf is weak. Getting a C-class rating is about the only mercy the Moon Goddess will ever show you. I’m not even going to bother.” She went on. “You’re already behind your sister in every way. Don’t you dare slack off at the academy.”

Sarah immediately shook Mom’s arm. “Mom, Katherine even qualifying for an academy is already amazing. Stop nagging her!”

I should hate Sarah. She’s too dazzling. So dazzling that everyone favors her. And yet Sarah not only measures out Mom’s attention to me, she also steps in when Mom lectures me, just like now. Good but not completely good. Bad but not completely bad.

Owen smiled and brought out two gift boxes. The pink one was for Sarah, the gray one for me. Inside was the latest warrior weapon the wolf domain had just developed.

Before I could even feel touched, Sarah threw her arms around Owen. “Owen, I knew you were the best! I’ve wanted this forever!”

Wesley added, sounding impressed, “Twenty-eight grand. Bro, did you seriously just drop three months of training pay on that?”

Owen ruffled Sarah’s hair fondly. “Worth every penny. How could I not? You’re my little sister.”

But I’m your little sister too. So why is my graduation gift so cheap? I’d cried those words too many times as a child. Now I didn’t even have the will to say them.

I stuffed the basic crossbow back into its box and stood up, heading for my bedroom.

No one cared that I left. Only Sarah asked, “Katherine, what’s wrong?”

I paused. “I’m tired.”

Behind me, Owen grumbled. “There she goes with that dead-eyed look again. Sarah, don’t bother. Let’s go try out your new weapon in the yard.”

Wesley chuckled in agreement. “Yeah, Katherine’s just moody. Kills the vibe.”

I shut my door, cutting off those cutting, joyful sounds for good.

I came back out at dinnertime.

Mom had made a full spread. Caramelized pecan roast turkey, creamy mashed potatoes, cinnamon apple pie—all sweet, all Sarah’s favorites.

I like spicy food. I’d gone along with it for eighteen years. I was done.

“I want something spicy. How about jalapeño poppers? Or just bring me some hot sauce.”

Mom paused, then frowned. “You were picky as a kid—fine—but you’re still picky now? Why can’t you be more like your sister? Sarah never complains.”

In that moment, I wanted to say Sarah never complains because Mom only buys and cooks what she likes. And what I like—she’s never cared. Or maybe she knows, but it just doesn’t matter.

The words climbed my throat and died. What was the point? Mom would just call me dramatic, accuse me of always keeping score.