CHAPTER TWENTY
Anna’s POV
Life officially hated me.
Not in a poetic way.
Not in a “the universe tests its strongest soldiers” way.
No.
Life hated me personally.
I dragged myself home looking like a kidnapped victim that had escaped halfway through transportation. My arms were loaded with History and Martial Arts books while emotional damage sat proudly on my shoulders.
Stella and Emma had already disappeared because of some pack emergency, leaving me to suffer alone like the main character in a low-budget tragedy movie.
The second I stepped into the house, the smell of food hit me.
Mom was in the kitchen cutting vegetables while Freya sat upside down on the couch reading one of her weird romance novels.
How she could read upside down without becoming blind needed scientific inve
