"What the hell are you doing here?!" I yanked at her in anger.
The mere sight of her was enough to wring out the bitter memories, pouring them into my thoughts in a rush.
I felt the effect all over my body, her brutality and torture. Like a book being flipped, her abuses faced me one after the other. My past life unnecessarily revisited my memory, reminding me of how much hate I bore for the pack that birthed me.
Why do they keep coming into my life? Why wouldn't they fuckin let me be, and enjoy the glory of not coming across their horrendous faces?
Didn't they call me cursed and unwanted? So why do they keep appearing in my affairs when I'm no longer involved with them?
"I asked you a goddamn question!" I thundered at her when she said nothing, leaving my position to storm toward
