Chapter Twelve

Alora.

"Listen to me Alora, you mean nothing to us," My mother said to me.

I had just turned five years old today and I had been foolish enough to ask for a birthday gift. My mother, who was a striking beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes, glared at me.

I remembered calling her an angel or a princess many times because of how her blonde hair glowed. But that was just the outside of the person I called mother. Because on the inside, she was cruel and unforgiving, at least to me.

My father was a quiet man with brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were behind big round glasses. He was extremely quiet and did everything my mother asked him to without any excuse.

Most days I thought he was just a normal wolf with a low self esteem who thought he deserved someone as beautiful as my mother so he listened to her and worshiped the ground she walked on.

But as time flew I knew he was just as twisted as her.

A silent cry escaped my lips as my mother pulled my ear and dragged me ou