Killed

SAMANTHA POV

I can't believe I suggested staying here by myself tonight. I feel like every little sound might be someone. Plus, I hate not being next to Daniel.

I sigh as I turn the lamb back on for the hundredth time.

"Looks like Mommy isn't going to sleep tonight, sweet baby girl," I mumble as I rub my stomach.

I take a moment to think about what I can do to exhaust myself and gasp as I remember my grandmother's diaries.

"How did I forget," I mutter as I open the draw to the nightstand.

I grab the diary I had started months ago and settle back against my fluffy pregnancy pillow.

"This will give me the distraction I need," I whisper to myself as I unlock the book.

October 9th, 1972

Dear Diary,

I feel so alone. Every day is a struggle here. My only friend found her mate last week and left the pack, so now I have no one to talk to. Graham rarely spends time with me, and when he does, it's never nice.

I try to smile and be pleasant, but he can see right through m