Chapter 4 ❥ Cursed anchor

Tressandra

The knock at the door annoys me senseless. I've had enough misery for a day. It's the day after the pack run, and while being in my wolf skin felt amazing, it was over all too soon.

I hate our stupid Alpha and all his rules. We have to ask to shift, get his permission. His answer is almost always no. He's a real life control freak, and if you're caught, you get punished. Once a month we get set free. Everyone can shift for the pack run. It's my favorite day.

I pull the heavy door open to reveal Kelly. She squints at me with nervous, gray eyes. I've always been jealous of her flawless skin, and black hair. And her shape. Full breasts, round hips. Next to her, I look like a tall 12 year old boy. It's not fair.

"What are you doing here?" I demand. I'm not exactly happy to see her. Whenever Mother looks at Kelly, a deep fire of hatred burns her from the inside out. She has to have someone to take it out on, and that happens to be me.