EPI 18 A NIGHT WITH THE OLD CARGO

IVY POV

The sound of plates clattering on the ground kept tingling in my head,

“Damn! I am in great trouble,” I cried as my wolf whimpered at the thought of us getting punished for this.

Just like I thought she came sprinting inside.

“Where did that sound come from?” Miss Lillian was looking pissed as always.

I fell on my knees immediately.

(We are going to get hurt again, won't we?) My wolf grumbled, she had become so weak from the constant abuse.

Our punishment increased after Hazel left, and it affected me greatly.

“This is the Alpha's most precious plate,” she shrieked, rushing to it.

You little mutt!” She kicked me down.

I am too weak, my power is diminishing, I am not given enough food, and I only eat the scrap left when washing the dishes.

I miss my sister so much, she would always protect me and find me food even though it was to steal it.

(Don’t you dare think nice of that bitch that left us, we haven't felt her pain and it means she is enjoying life over there.)

“Skylar,”