I zip up my black suit in worry and take a deep breath. Uncle Boris spoke of hate earlier. The fact that I am illegitimate can cause a civil rebellion in the pack, I'm well aware and she must know this yet she wants me to be her heir.
I plop on my bed lost in thought. Does she care? does she want me to be fixed? Can she fix me, us?
I'm afraid to take the first step, it might not work out too well, what if she rejects me or worse lied to me?
The door is creaking meters away from me and I look up as I didn't hear the person coming.
"Hey," Carlos says softly as he stalks in. The lights are switched off and the sky is brightened by the stars that it makes the window a perfect noticeable background.
"You and mum are a hell lot of trash, huh?" He asks while sitting next to me in a simi
