12 Amelia
By the time I got to the cliff in the depths of the woods, my boiling blood had simmered down to a controllable level because I had directed it at various rocks as I ran.
But I was ready to die now.
There was no way I was going to spend my life in a prison camp for a crime I didn’t commit. I had been to Supernatural juvenile delinquency centers more than once when I was younger and my experiences there hadn’t been pleasant. I could imagine, based on those experiences and what I’d seen or read on the internet, that going to a prison camp would be like descending into hell.
Once I got there, I knew that Alpha Vincent would find a way to end my life or worse, make me endure a life worse than death.
Since I couldn’t live up to my parents’ expectations, I needed to disappear be
