“Good thing you left the door open,” came Sophia’s voice from behind. I threw her a shirt and some shorts and slammed the door closed. Picking up a pillow from the armchair before sitting down, and clenching the pillow to my chest.
“Hey, what's the matter?” she asked, rubbing my shoulder softly, anxiety rolling off of me in waves, before sitting down in the chair next to me.
“I feel like I'm living someone else's life; in someone else's clothes, room, house, you name it. None of this should be mine. If that is not enough, I am forgetting the people who used to matter to me like they never existed. I’m a horrible person,” I yelled.
Her face was very serious as she looked me over, “Why do you say this?” she asked, “Are you not happy with the Alpha?”
“Look around,” I replied.
“The Luna s
