PENELOPE'S POV~
I am leaving.
Finally
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognized the person looking back at me.
My skin was pale, my eyes hollow and dull. There was a bruise on my left cheek, a reminder of the pain I had endured.
My right arm was bandaged, a small red stain on the white fabric. I felt like a ghost of my former self, a shell without substance.
I couldn't remember the last time I looked in the mirror and smiled at the person looking back at me. I was tired, broken, defeated. I felt like a failure, and I hated myself for it.
My wounds were slow to heal but who was I to blame?
Me!
I was so pathetic that I couldn't even morph with my wolf. I was aching with so much pain.
I stared around the room I was in. I was back in Giovanni's mansion after tw
