tr

intent on dying in my be

god for that, because my parents aren't supportive of me at all. They are Dior's

our garden covered with red and brown oak leaves. She is wearing a white blouse

rumor that I left the pack to become a rogue. Her expre

ith her dark hair and heart-shaped face, we look like clones. "How dare you leave the pack! Do you ha

ring me down. She is taller than me, but I'm not frightened, and I will never apologi

are you ign

I take out a Pepsi from the fridge. I thought I would be a mess after leaving my old pa

ll be my

I will be a li

TRI

ernails have turned into claws, and I smile. She has never

you the f

ou leave t

too many rankings, and incredible discrimination among our kind. After I've graduated

he pack is the stupidest decision you've ever made! You're no longer protected by the a

ied eyes. Her anger has been replaced by concern, and I t

ks I've read, I'm not secretly a princess sheltering hidden powers. Neither will I hit the mountains to train and become unexplainably s

th a hundred words written on her round face, but

er words break my heart, yet I stand tall. "You know I ca

n't, but werewolf logic runs

g before she even utters her sentence because I know what will come out through

broken record played on repeat. "You're all insane—werewolve

rici

Right now, I'm standing in the ashes of our daughter and mother bond. "Don't explain yourself after you c

e a werewo

e of a mountain, waiting to be saved, I would rush to you

rici

er battle against her motherly instincts and the werewolf one

take m

rt of me is hurting, and every movement is heavy. I'm losing my gras

I bend down. I'm busy putting on my

pack your stuff?" She asks. "You wi

hing to do with you—keep my stu

fore she has time to break me further. I'm too proud to let h

thout caring about my clothes. They rip and turn into broke

ry me past trees and rocks I've never seen before. Leaves are

y mother do

always the cau

goddam

un this far before, and I'm aware this isn't Winterbite territor

s been drawn to winter and its light colors. Christmas is my favorite holida

realizing it will

n and haven't felt the mate-bond, meaning my mate probably doesn

eone whose smile can light up this entire town. I want to share my c

want that emotion too, but instead of riding the wave, I want to drown and coat my sense

hand-picked only for you by the moon goddess. But con

is calling for me, but I won't head his way. I will never