the back of my hand, pinning me down. I was afraid that if I got up abruptly, I'd end up tearing my skin. The pain was too much to take. But compared to the physical pain I felt, the pain in my

y tomorrow. That's what you get for pissing me off," She added before leaving. Tomorrow would be my eighteenth birthday, but it turned out that I was going to starve the whole day. Revulsion bubbled up in my heart as I stared at their dwindling backs. One day, I'll make you pay for all the things that you've done to me! I swore to myself. For a while, I sat on the floor with my knees pulled up to my chest, waddling back and forth in the murky and shabby room. The cold wind gushed in from time to time through the broken window, making me shiver from head to toe. It was not wintered yet, but the weather was already freezing. Tightening my old apron around my body, I eventually stood up, walked to the door, and closed it. The sculpted rigid door creaked as it neared shut. Then, I turned around, picked up the wooden box lying on the floor, and wiped off the dust on it with my apron. Tears finally trickled down my cheeks. That Gem necklace had been left to me by my mother, who had died years ago. Whenever I missed her, I would take out the necklace and reminiscence about the times I spent with her. I have nothing to hold upon from the memories we spent together. I wish I have just the power to let Vivian regret her action in that instance. As I lay in the bed lazily with the empty wooden box in my arms, hatred grew within me. "Brenda, you will prevail one day." A voice astounded me out of my reverie. "Who's there?" I asked apprehensively. "Brenda, I'm Avery. I'm your wolf. Happy eighteenth birthday!" "Avery, I can finally sense you!" I cried, feeling a huge sense of relief. It was not until now that I reali