The soothing smell of my clean sheets and the cozy feeling of my room were therapeutic. It felt so good to be back home.
Home…where I grew up. Where I felt the happiest and more comfortable. Here, in my Father's Pack. In my Father's mansion. In the room he'd designed single-handedly for me.
“Here, have some tea.” Mother said, passing the mug to me.
I slowly took it. The smell was a bit…pungent. I tried hard not to scrunch my nose.
“What kinda tea is this?”
“Herbal. It'll help heal your bruises faster.” She explained, giving me that pitiful look again. Between her and Father, it was hard to decide who felt more heartbroken by my harsh bruises.
My once smooth and porcelain skin was gone and tarnished to this rough and bruised surface. Thinking of it always had me on the verge of t
