Charlotte's P.O.V.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked absolutely horrible. I hadn’t slept all night as Brandon’s threatening words had kept playing through my mind like an old black and white horror movie. Red eyes, swollen from crying, were looking back at me. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. Hoping it would make me look like my old self just a little bit.
I walked over to my dressing room, putting on a pair of jeans, sneakers and a black tshirt that fitted me loosely. The last thing I needed right now, was another argument with Brandon, about my clothes being too revealing or that they fitted me too tight and I would be getting too much unwanted attention from other unmated wolves. I sighed hard, knowing that this would probably become my everyday
