They say humans enjoy others' misery. No matter how much you try to deny it, it's slightly true. It makes your shitty sad life a bit better when you hear about someone else's lousy day; somehow, yours doesn't feel that bad.
It's a momentary relief.
A bandage slap on the wound that never seems to heal.
A hand waves in front of my face. I turn to my left to see Brenda. "What's wrong with you?"
"I love art," I said.
"This is math."
I look at the board to see math equations. Right now, we're supposed to solve as a group, but none of us even wrote the equation down. In the end, the teacher will go over it, so there's no point.
Math is not important right now.
What's important is Lana becoming an alpha's mate.
Salt on the wound would be; it's the Blood Moon Pack's alpha.
The pack Dylan
