"What if I just f**k it all and run?" I whisper to no one in particular.
The thought's been brewing for days now, like a storm rolling in slow and steady behind my ribs.
Even though Lior has tried to convince me to stay, I can't help but feel like it's a little selfish if him to request that of me when he's not going through the half of what I'm going through.
What's the need to stay here if I'm only going to be walked on? Coming to think of it, I had a pretty good start here.
I had friends and no one was whispering about me until I turned eighteen.
The damn golden year in werewolf society.
Fucks up your life more than it makes it, do you know?
Now everyone whispers, they stare and there's the ache of being treated like everything that has led me to this point is all my f*****g fa
