"Get your ass up," Ginger snaps, the lights turning on as I roll onto my stomach. "We've got a day before us."
"The sun is not out yet," I mumble, pulling the covers tighter. "Go."
"Get your little runt ass up and out of bed or I'll pull you out like yesterday," Ginger growls, her wolf surfacing as mine wants to lash out right away. I've survived seven days here, one whole week in hell as I'm constantly reminded that she could kick me out to depend upon my own at any second. "Let's go."
I abide by her growl, sitting up as freshly-washed clothes are thrown at my face like yesterday morning. The door slams shut, leaving me to change as the moon is still up in the sky. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I begin to change, looking at the clothes she's given me today. Yesterday was a pair of b
