LIANA
I was in the washroom, taking a shower, when a thunderbolt ripped through the sky. My palms turned cold, and I froze.
Weather change never settled well with Sia. She would keep replaying that in my mind.
Again, she did it.
They say that when wolves have a hidden grudge, they tend to relive the moment in their head over and over again. Sia was the same.
I collapsed to my knees, my dress was drenched in the shower, and fear crawled over my skin. The night flashed in my head a little too strongly than all the other times as if Sia could sense the danger heading my way.
My claws were struggling in the mud while different hands were trying to touch my skin. I was screaming and crying. I begged them to spare me but I was just a prey in their eyes.
They were four in number. I was we
