“Stop worrying…” Clayton said to me while we were still walking toward my room. I bit my lower lip and avoided the sight of him.
Clayton glanced at me as if he was checking whether I was okay. I appreciated his efforts to make me feel better because I didn't understand why I was so weak.
Sometimes, I wanted to fight for myself, but the last time that I did that, I was thrown out in our pack house while it was winter. They even injected me with some of the wolfsbanes so I could reflect on the sins that I had committed.
I tried to fight back with Hailey with her companions, but they told my parents that I was the one who did something terrible towards them, which made me punish them in the end. I tried to tell them about my side story, but they didn't even listen to me.
I was scared that
