I blanched at the breakfast in front of me. Today I woke up with a huge smile on my face and a good morning message from Titus, but as soon as the hangover hit me it was all over.
As per tradition in our pack we went out and Michael had the nerve to spike my harmless fruit punch saying it was to congratulate me for growing some balls. Let's just say I saw Titus' cupcakes again that horrible morning and they didn't look as appetizing as the first time I stuffed them into my mouth.
"What's the matter, love?" My dad asked, peering into me from across the wooden dining table.
I scrunched my nose up and looked away from my breakfast. "Nothing."
Dad narrowed his eyes at me like he was deep in thought. "Is this a side effect?" He asked, finally looking flabbergast.
"Side ef
