Framed

It took almost half a day for my swollen ankle to heal.

I realized that the whole thing was too exhausting for me when I didn’t have any plans to be with Alpha Hunter. He was my might, yes. But after all the awful things he did to me and that absurd thing he did when he marked Sandra instead of me like a possessed being, I thought that I already had enough and just wanted to go home.

That woman. Sandra Anderson. I could still remember that viper stare in her eyes when Alpha Hunter asked me who I was. When he completely forgot me. That annoying grin on her face was victorious. As if she looked like she did something to him that actually worked.

To get rid of the bad feelings in my chest, I shut my eyes tight and exhaled in exasperation. I was thankful to Monica for telling Beta Weston that I needed a laptop so badly to communicate with my Dad. I guess after that strange thing happened to me yesterday, sending snail mail was the last option for me to tell my Dad I was still alive in thi