The following morning I reluctantly got out of bed. Thank God I wasn't going to school but Luke had invited me over to their pack, I was in my room straightening my hair as I bit my lips in nervousness, I stared at myself in the mirror.
These past few days have been very hectic for me in school. I was known in school as the "slut girl" I decided to dress in a simple plain short gown and pair of sandals to complement my dressing. "Amber you aren't a slut, you are the strongest girl alive," my wolf Brenda linked to me making me blush.
I guess she was pulling out of her mad shell because we were going to Luke's pack and Lucas would be there, speaking of Lucas. Would I be able to look him in the face after what had happened these few weeks? He had even made things worse at home for me, he
