I close the door to my room, locking it behind me, not that it can keep her out. My mother has never been warm and fuzzy, but she has never been this cruel to me. I know she has never gotten over being rejected, but does she really want to kill the Luna of Marcus's pack? What about what she has said about Marcus being spelled? So he never really liked me. Everything that we shared was some bulls*t my mother made happen.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I think about the kiss we shared. I know we aren't mates, but I still love Marcus. I thought he loved me, but if what my mother said was true, his feelings are fake. He was forced to be my friend. I slide down the door and wrap my arms around my legs. I wish my father didn't hate me. I wish I was born a wolf. My mother's right. I am pathetic.
