Carlota’s POV
I slammed my locker shut harder than I intended. My hands were shaking, my chest tight, and every nerve in my circuit, about the tournament coming up. And worse… about my own curse.
I was furious at myself, at my luck, and at the way life seemed to pile everything on me at once. I can't even assess my wolf whenever I want to. I tried so many times to shift, but nothing was working for me. And the racing tournament wasn’t one where I could falter for even a second.
I tried to shake the anger off, but it was impossible. Maybe I just had too much fear and felt a lot of pressure to be perfect, even though it's not easy. I don't want to be hard on myself, but does not a lot I can do in this situation. I was still in the same mood when I go to home, and Mom noticed it.
“Carlota
