Penelope's POV
My cheeks were soaked from the tears that had accumulated into a stream. My chest exploded with all the wrongs: old wounds that no one cared about, wrestling that no one helped with, growing without support or cuddles, and my existence being a rag covered in nasty stains that I could not mend.
"If I were Emma, would you love me a bit more?" I sobbed. I didn't get it at all. What exactly went wrong? Didn't I desire a wolf? Didn't I want strength? However, I've already made every attempt to survive.
"I don't hate you. I just..."
I waited for Austin's unfinished comment, but he did not continue. His brow furrowed, and I could see that his beautiful blue eyes resembled his father's, which were always loaded with sensations I couldn't quite understand. Why didn't he speak? Did he despise me? Did he hate me? Did he find me disgusting? Did he still feel sorry for me?
