I stand at the door and watch Riggs drive away from my house after dropping me off. The betas are keeping an eye on me, making sure I go straight into the house and not somewhere else. The wedding dress is already so wrinkled in my hands after holding it carelessly the whole way home.
I avert my gaze from them and turn silently to the door. The sun had already set, and it must be a few minutes past 6 p.m. now. I've literally spent the entire day with Riggs. I can't believe it.
The sound of the key turning reaches my ears as I insert my key into the keyhole and turn around angrily. My hand curls around the handle and I squeeze hard. I enter the house and close the door behind me.
My claws grow longer, my eyes begin to glow blue, and I begin to tear the dress. Piece by piece, slowly, so
