stay away from me but he never listened to them. Things started to change when we entered high school six years ago. A

me him for abandoning our friendship and choosing her. They made a golden couple – the Beta’a son with his mop of curly b

ed me even before she had a reason to. I let him choose his girlfriend before me but he wouldn

wounds. I assumed Skylar sucked out all the niceness from him through one of their

car.” He soun

been beaten with. The scars in my back were nothing; the scars in my mind a telling of the pain that would never fade. I coul

I pulled away from

He threw out my wolf’s name as if we were friends, as if he knew her and liked her – my wolf, the omega that he couldn’t stand

o my stinging back and bandages the wound then he got ice for t

ouldn’t find it in me to thank him. He started this. He held me down

turning to face him while ignoring

ho stood with her hands folded, her upper back leanin

I made sure she saw that I didn’t want to be left alone with my

astrate you.” She wagged a finger a

ave the strength to gl

traitor left me alone in

pproached me to have a laugh, she wanted me to see the good in people and give them as many

e school, set my diploma ablaze when I managed to graduate and follows his friends in bullying me. He didn’t join in at first but after a while, he started

omous snake before I

ghter at that. I laughed so hard that I feared

er?” I asked, still gasp

e on you. Play me

en he told me he was breaking up with Skylar. I’d been so happy, so naïve, so foolish. I foolishly thought I was getting my friend back b

e of insincerity lingered in his eyes. He held my gaze like a man with nothing to hide but between his sincere eyes lay a wicked heart that could

e by the same words from the same mouth that deceived me all those years ago. Skylar made su

is game. The more he spoke, the less li

with her boyfriend, alone and in his room, no matter the cir

A wry smile pulled up

ou like someone or if you brea

eople without a drop of kindness in their

f his attempt at cordiality. Too late. I hated the lot of them. I wished them all the evi

e me laugh. “Remember when you held my hand yesterday and tri

w it damage me, it would make him smile – make him happy. I want

tarting to like you again, she’d come after you. I don’t want that. I’m t

emotions leaking off him were negative – sad and an

ith a pained one of his. “You can turn your back and pretend it isn’t happen

t idea of repentance but it never lasted

s no

ion.” If tears filled his eyes then, I didn’t care. I didn’t look and it wo

t even

him the most rotten luck a

en a second more, I kicked my legs out of his b

the Feast of the Moon. The day