I forced myself out of bed, dragging my feet all the way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, my bulgy red eyes and tangled hair staring back at me. Yesterday was rough.. I tossed and turned all night, Markos's words echoing in my head. What scared me the most wasn't my father threatening to wage war, it was him wanting me back.
I had considered every remote possibility and none of them made sense. If he wanted me back, it wasn't good. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. But the one thing I was sure of is I wasn't going back. Even if the werewolves forced me out, I'd never go back. They'd have to kill me first.
I jumped at the sound of banging on my door, frowning as I heard Sarai's demanding voice.
“Come on, we're leaving!"
I splashed water on my face in an effort to look refresh
