This whole show was a joke. I knew that before I even signed my name on the contract. But I didn’t like being made the butt of that joke. I’d convinced myself when Jesse put me in new clothes and had done up my hair that maybe I would fit in. That it wouldn’t be so bad. Seeing all the support from the fans of the show might have done something to me too. Made me think I belonged here.
I was an i***t.
It was all about ratings for these people. The poor girl gets a makeover must have touched the right tropes. I was only a charity case. Sweet. Naive. Except they didn’t understand how things worked in my world. The “sweet” wolves never got ahead. You had to be tough to survive. Which was why I had to take care of myself. I wasn’t going to mate with some wolf prince and live happily ever afte
