Camille: It's my birthday, I want to be able to eat the meal I cooked and eat the delicious cake that mom made me, is that too much to ask?
I ran my hands through my hair and looked at him sadly.
Camille: I know I don't have a wolf, believe me, I'm the first one to suffer from it today, but it's not my fault, I didn't do anything so that my wolf wouldn't come. I was looking forward to today so I could run in the pack. But I didn't get that right. Plus, I learned that I was a burden to the one I considered my brother and that I was difficult for the one I considered my father, so difficult that he needed to take a leave of me.
The tears had started to slide down her cheeks again.
Camille: How do you think I feel? How can I forgive you? You hurt me.
My mother approached her and took her
