(Rose)
"Now, you have exactly 10 minutes to get your stupid things ready and follow me back to my pack," my mate said harshly to me.
He was holding my arms tightly but I could feel sparks radiating off my skin from his touch.
He let go of me and I quickly ran back to the house with tears in my eyes to get my things ready.
Perhaps he was right, no one in the pack would miss me, after all, they had made it clear from the beginning that I didn't belong here.
Entering my room, I looked around the place that had been my safe haven all these years.
My paintings were scattered all over the walls of the room as I always like to imagine I was in these paintings, which had a world of their own.
I sighed deeply as I bent down and began to pack all my clothes into a duffel bag. I didn't have mu
