Lana
What is she doing here?
There has to be something wrong with her.
Did you see her completed mark? She probably thinks she is so special.
She thinks she’s better than everyone else.
It’s not natural, she’s not natural.
Her back though? Did she get that done? You saw when she took her hoodie off right?
Don’t look at her.
Go back to your real pack.
I stood in the cafeteria, milk soaking my head, my clothes. Neoma was screaming for blood.
Kill her, just kill her, consequences later, kill her now. She growled in the back of my mind. I stood there, my hands trembling, not from fear, just pure rage. I had never felt anger like this, I spent my whole life, ignoring my feelings. Burying it and burying it as if my life depended on it.
“f*****g freak.” Olivia, the brune
