Trisha's POV
Dad stormed out of my room, slamming what was left of my broken door behind him. Mom lingered for a moment, her eyes filled with something that looked like regret, but she didn't say anything. She just shook her head and followed Dad out.
I lay on the cracked floor of my room, my body aching from the fight. My left arm throbbed where most of Dad's punches had landed, and I could feel bruises forming on my ribs where I had hit the ground. My wolf was completely drained from the transformation and the brief battle with my father.
The silence in the house was deafening. All I could hear was my own heavy breathing and the distant sound of my parents' voices downstairs. They were probably discussing what to do with their "disobedient" daughter.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pa
