Rose's Point Of View
I checked my reflection in the old mirror in Alice's cottage. There were more cracks than glass but it did what it needed to do. I adjusted my work uniform one more time and decided that I was smart enough to go to see Beta Benjamin. Before I turned away, I ran my index finger along the scar that now formed part of my face. No one could ever accuse me of being vain, and I didn't have myself down as particularly pretty, but still it was hard not to be upset by it. It was a constant reminder that I was weak and wolfless and that if anyone had half a mind to, they could kill me in seconds.
A sob rose from the back of my throat but I squashed it down immediately - Self-pity wasn't going to get me anywhere.
I left the security of what I now considered to be my home a
