ALEC.
Watching the fragments of glass splatter across the room is oddly satisfying, but it does nothing to quell the raging storm inside of me. I grab another item, a wobbly figurine I had gotten on one of my visits outside the pack, and fling it toward the remaining mirror that stands impervious to all my attacks.
It snaps, a tiny streak bursting at the center before it spreads rapidly and falls to the floor. The crashing sound seems to echo the way my mind is: tormented and broken.
I can swear that as I glance at one of the glistening splinters still stuck to the wall, I catch a glimpse of Andre and the memory I am trying so hard to bury surfaces deep. It was a stupid moment of mistake where I had fallen prey to Ginger's anger.
He rattled inside of me, my control on the reins waning
