My heart has been continuously beating at his own pace. When I think of dad. The pack. Blake, my heart hammers so hard, I can literally see it, moving up and down, fast. And when I try to calm myself down with encouraging words in my mind, it doesn’t help. I try to take deep breaths but it feels like I’m breathing through a small whistle. Mom started to get irritated with me, saying that I should stop moping around and do nothing and that menstruation is part of life and part of being a woman. I shrugged it off and busied myself with washing clothes. It isn't that the pack wouldn’t find out what I did. I even find myself shaking and each time my mom appears I try to be out of her sight. I hated feeling just like a fragile puddle of stress and depression. Everything I did to keep m
