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the shower. The water was freezing at first, making my entire body cringe. But it also felt good. My bruised knuckles appreciated the cold and so did the bruise on m

I kicked the third in the knee and finally took the last one by the head and introduced it to the bathroom toilet. And th

st one! Cut me some slack! The scratch on my chin was however entirely my fault. I saw it coming and yet I let him hit me because he was the last one standing. I was planning on ta

hopefully with some serious broken bones and a concussion, that matched mine. Well, thanks to my wolf I didn't have to wo

She did let me through and I sometimes could feel some small amount of pride emit from her, every time I used her strength to stand up against Fra

ir and body, and I did not mind smelling like honey and coconut! Anything was better than before. But of course, since I belonged to a werew

ah

ot included i

a have to make some '

on, imagine

dn't put urinals in the

so they wouldn't know how utterly humi

en ignoring the pain, the humiliation, and anger, I didn't even notice I was crying. I tried to push them back, but they didn't want to. They kept pressi

w

ould do, 'feeling nothing'. I was an expert in that. I felt exhausted from all the crying, but I didn't feel

members kept away because they were afraid of Fraya and Trevor. Well, all except Amanda, but I'm not counting that backstabbing bitch right now. Any-hore, I was more often t

nts: panties and a sports bra I'd gotten from Amanda on my 16th birthday. She always bought me those things and I loved her for it. Like seri

ing in and getting ready for PE. Everybody giving me strange looks, nervous whispers (that I did no

s was heading

surprise, I barely re

y Will

he teachers storming toward me.

ipal's off

oor and made my very familiar

o wasn't afraid to take on hormonal rage and drama. But right now, he probably wasn't the most pleasant man to be around. Or was it just because I was his latest victim? His arms were

ces if I actually for once did tell the truth. But seriously, do you know how much trouble I wo

brilliant idea struck me. This

rms in front of me while sinking so deep into the chair as possi

tly what to say, to send him into a raging fit or blink and say sorry, turning him into pudding in my hands.

pointed out and held up a bunch of pictures that had been ta

I'd finally break down and tell the truth. But I'll never let my feelings show. So, all I did, was foll

ntest, I tried to humor myself, so I wouldn't have to look at the pictures in front of me or even the fact, that the man in front of me actually ca

sort of training? Like

lasses for 'martial art' or the fact that even as an

ou done

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u dear li

ever

at a deeper and more threatening

I didn't lie! "I just have a slightl

oked at it once again, just to confirm that

ES

a week! Which meant, that half the day, I could do whatever I wanted – which basically meant catching up on homework – and for t

notice the car until it was too late. I was still airbor

l stop. I didn't watch my landing, so I fell flat on my face, only centimeters away from the blu

r me, it quickly was replaced with another feeling: anger! What. The. F

were not

hoody fall away from my face and revealing my long, curly blonds

s hoping it would make him turn around once he

looking back at me. Somehow, I could feel it. I don't know what it was – fear or rage – but even my wolf su

react, I ran off and dis