Christina's POV
"I'm sorry," Becca told me, rubbing me on the back as I held the ice pack to my face. The cold was seeping into the pain that was aching there, and that would have been okay if it were the only part I was injured.
As it happened, our little attempt at making me angry and threatened enough to shift only gave me a black eye and bruises on my face and body.
My sisters had warned me when they saw that I was getting hurt and nothing was happening, but I urged them to continue, holding my hopes that if I was pushed far enough, I would eventually shift.
They were the ones who forced me to stop this in the end, and for some reason, I only started to feel the full force of the pain when it ended.
Now they sat beside me, their expressions filled with guilt.
"I swear, we didn't
