Amanda's POV.
"Amanda, darling. You have to get up. You have to get out of bed."
My mother was knocking on my door. Her voice was gentle, but persistent. I groaned loudly and pulled the covers up over my head. I had no desire to get out of bed. I had no reason to either. My best friend hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. Shaun was ignoring me. The pack all stared at me when I went outside. I felt like absolute crap, so my bed seemed like the best place to be. I had no intention of ever leaving it again.
My mother opened the door slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. She slowly pulled the covers down and smiled at me.
"Sweetheart, you can't stay in here forever."
"Why not?" Tears stung the back of my eyes. I've been crying so much over the last couple of days that I actual
