Thora's pov
"He loathes you."
The voice speaks in my mind as I lean against the door of my attic room.
"You are nothing compared to Charlotte."
I sigh, running my hands through my hair. Biting my lip, holding in a cry.
This voice has been really pestering me a lot these days. This is the death wolf communicating. I know it now, but I don't know how to stop it.
"You are nothing but a weak, pathetic she wolf who is desperate for him "
I place my hands on my ears, trying to block them. But it was impossible.
"You were just a fuc* toy for him. "
More tears leave my eyes and my lips wobble as I try taking deep breaths.
"Accept the rejection"
No
"Accept the rejection"
No! No!
"Accept the rejection!"
No dammit ! No!
"I can't, Dammit! I can't!"
I scream , breathing heavily and
