Angie struts away with a little sway in her hips as she heads inside after him. I sit there seething at her and the intense anger shocks me. I've been angry before, but the hate that has formed towards her takes me by surprise. There is a vehement hatred inside me and not just because she has shoved me down the stairs. The sandwich the Alpha has tried to get me to eat is crushed into mush and I glance down at my hand with a wince. What am I doing?
Something is different. I look around the backyard. There are rows of shocked faces staring back. I stare back. Haven’t they seen anyone get angry before? I sigh and throw the crushed sandwich goop in the trash.
Everyone is still staring at me. They're whispering behind cupped hands to each other. My cheeks burn.
Why hasn't anything changed? A
