Mya’s POV:
“Who?” Father asked, perplexed.
Full of rage, I rushed over to Father and slashed his shirt with my claws. Blood ran down his stomach. I didn’t care if I hurt Father. I continued my assault. “YOU KILLED MY ONLY FRIEND! YOU LIED TO ME!”
Father grabbed my wrists, trying to avoid my claws. I sank to the floor as I cried. Father sat down on the floor with me. I pounded on his chest as my tears continued to roll down my face.
“Mya, she isn’t dead. I promise you,” Father whispered.
“Everyone beats on me! They take everything from me! I work from sunup to sundown. Now, you took Sophia from me. No! No! No! Father, how could you? You were my superhero!” I bellowed.
Domina bent down in front of me. “Mya, your claws are out, and your eyes are different colors. Shift into Artic.
