FRANKIE POV (Age 16/ 4 years ago)
It’s been well over an hour since I stormed out of the match. I washed my wounds and applied some tree salve to the open wounds as a protective anti-bacterial agent to avoid further infection.
What a joke!
Not that I expected them all to come running to my aid, but no one came after me at all.
No one cared.
The matches went on as usual. The one advantage of not having a wolf yet was that I didn’t have to tolerate my parents' shared disappointment in me, filling my peace and quiet through mind-link. I was at the matches, which meant there was also no cellphone for them to blow up with warnings to return and accept public punishment.
Heaven forbid they actually parent and talk to me in person.
No, I knew their expectations of both Ryner and me.
Ryne
