2.43 Cindy (1)

Cindy POV (flashback)

“You’re disgusting,” my sister twisted her lip, appalled at me after walking in on me with a full face of makeup.

It had been a secret. A secret that I had kept hidden for so long. After everyone went to bed at night, the loud snores of my gruff father the only noise heard outside of my room, a sign that everyone had turned in for the evening, I would allow myself to indulge in the desires I had suppressed throughout the entire day.

Crossdressing, or being trans, as the more cultured people outside of my small-minded pack called it, was something that would get me roughed up and driven out in a heartbeat. During the day, I was the quiet, weird loner that no one paid much attention to. In school, I flew under the radar, except for when the Alpha’s and Beta’s kids needed an easy target to pick on.

Werewolves were supposed to be strong, especially the men. My father, one of the top trainers in the pack, was highly disappointed with his scrawny, mind-tempered only