Hope's Point of View
"I'm not really sure where to start." I told mother and daughter, "But I think I'm having some sort of identity crisis."
'Really?' That's a little bit dramatic, don't you think, Hope?'
"And my f*****g wolf isn't helping." I snarled. The balcony doors rattled in their frame and I sighed loudly. "And I am sick of trying to keep my feelings locked up for the sake of everything breakable in the house."
I waited for one of them to start laughing, to tell me not to be so stupid. But neither of them did.
"Why don't you block Maya out for a little while if she's giving you grief?" April asked me.
My wolf growled. 'Oh come on, I hardly said anything at all!'
"I didn't know I could do that." My goddess, they must think I'm the stupidest person on the planet. Then
