CHAPTER FORTY FOUR - THE MEETING

Jayla

I am really happy with how my wolf is. At least, I have one now. I have decided to move on from the fact that I killed someone yesterday and I have told myself that it was necessary. Rogue killing isn't illegal in the werewolf world and I didn't break any rules.

But the problem now is that my wolf is a savage type of wolf and she loves teasing the hell out of me. I get out of the bed, and I walk to the mirror only to the cringe at my image. My hair looks like a bird's nest, my eyes are bloodshot and tired, and I have crusty and chapped lips and an overall shaggy appearance. In fact, I look like another version of myself.

You look dead, she tells me. A dying cat can pull this look off better than you.

I hiss at her in my mind. Just shut up, I say.

Nope, she replies.

I sigh and purse my lips and walk out of the room. I don't care how I look like right now. The Alpha has an important announcement to make, and I can't keep wasting time like this.

When I get to the meeting hall, it