Piper.
I catch my reflection in the mirror, my breath hitching at the sight of the angry red handprint covering half my face. It’s stark against my skin, and I swear I can feel my bone aching beneath it. There’s no way Zoe could have hit me this hard unless she’s starting to inherit wolf strength. No ordinary human could have left a mark like this.
Bitch.
I grab my makeup bag, my hands trembling as I cover the bruise with layers of concealer. It doesn’t erase the pain, but it hides the evidence. I can’t bear to look at it anymore.
Throwing the last of my clothes into my suitcase, I zip it shut with trembling hands. My chest feels tight, my breath uneven, but I force myself to believe this is the right thing to do. Grabbing the handle, I drag the suitcase out of the room, its wheels rat
