Reagan sits there with a small smile on her face, as she patiently waits for me to speak. She knows better than to just offer it up. I smiled back and try to figure out why she hates Raven so much. It just doesn’t make sense. Reagan had every single thing she could want growing up, and Raven had the bare necessities, hand-me-downs, very little. What could make her hate Raven so much that she was willing to try again and again to hurt her?
“Reagan, I know that you are planning something. We need to talk, because I am serious, one more thing and we will be at war with two very strong packs. Why do you hate Raven so much? I just don’t get it, you had everything that you ever wanted. What does Raven have that you could possibly want?” I asked her. I really wanted to know the reason my
