"This can't be happening. This can't be f*****g happening," Amelia screamed, her voice raw and hoarse with the force of her anguish. Tears streamed down her face in hot, bitter rivulets, blurring her vision and stinging her eyes as she ran, her feet pounding against the ground in a desperate, frenzied rhythm.
"How could she tell me to be strong while she makes my life miserable?" she demanded, her words directed at Alyx, the wolf who had taken up residence in her mind. "Your mother is heartless. She has done nothing but put me through hell."
Alyx remained silent, knowing any words of comfort or reassurance would fall on deaf ears. She could feel the depth of Amelia's pain, the searing agony that tore at her soul like a thousand razor-sharp claws. And she knew nothing she could say would
