MIRABEL
I was scared of that particular day and the weeks that followed.
No matter how old I get, I am still scared of it.
Previously, I used all my willpower to make sure they didn’t resurface. Seems like they were waiting for the best time to hit me.
I relieved every moment of what Mom did to me and how the pack started to treat me. I didn’t like it, even for a second. Even though it was a nightmare, I could feel it in my bones. Mom was there. The pack was lamenting. Dad was dead. Other alphas arrive. News had traveled. They hated me. I wanted to disappear.
Their hatred didn’t push me to fail.
I am here, an alpha at last. So, I won't let the reminder of their cruelty turn me into a cold unreadable wannabe. I want be happy when am happy, for the sad to see through me and see ther
