CHAPTER EIGHT - DREAM

PIXIE

-1 day ago-

I had myself curled up in bed again, not wanting to leave because I knew I might just bump into Dwight or his bitch Luna. I had my door locked, ignoring my mother when she came calling and I couldn’t help but hate her for even talking to Dwight’s Luna, it only made me feel even more less than I already was.

There was a different kind of peace in my solace, I had stayed in my room for the most of the day only getting off my bed to brush and shower before I went right back, the only food I had eaten were the snack Amber had bright in some days ago. It was a good thing she had packed up a whole week worth of snacks if not I would I have probably eaten up my my bedsheet out of livid hunger.

I just couldn’t help it, seeing Dwight brought my wolf to life. I hated how I reacted whenever I did as much as thought about him, about them, Dwight and his Luna to be. I hadn’t even known the girls name yet I had already painted her red in my mind which was one of the reasons I had