"What have you done to her? How dare you touch my sister!?"
The thin thread of sanity I was hanging with snapped. I no longer care for the consequences. My eyes shifted into a dark abyss ready to end whoever dared to touch my family.
In my short life of 18 and half years, I didn't have much to worry about, to cherish. My dreams were ruined. I no longer see any brighter future waiting for me.
I lived a small but meaningful life with the people I cherished with my heart. A bunch of people, not a list though. But they were enough. And I would not let anyone take it from me. No matter the cost.
They had just seen me as a helpless and alone female. Now they're gonna face Sophie Clearwood who was stubborn, trained, and scary as hell.
Looking at my helpless face, laughing at my situation, and using me as a rag doll they seem to forget that apart from all of these I was still a wolf. A dangerous predictor.
