Valeria - "Wear the 3-inch heels," Anna says, grinning as she walks with Jonas, her fiancé, to his Range Rover. I grimace at the thought of murdering my poor feet with those shoes, but then brighten up when I think of the reason why I'll be doing that. Because it's graduation, that's why. I've looked forward to that day ever since I stepped into college. The day I would leave the four walls of this damned institution, armed with a college degree and with a mega-watt smile on my face. "I'll try," I yell as Jonas opens the door for her. She beams at me before giving him a peck for being such a gentleman, and I feel a prick in my heart from seeing that. She's so lucky; they met in our second year and have continued in their relationship- about three years gone now. And they're engaged to marry next month.I had a boyfriend for a month, and that was just before first year ended. However, because she's happy, I force a smile on my face at the gesture, and wave to her as he drives off.

Valeria - Numb. That's exactly how I feel. I feel like my entire existence is disappeared, leaving behind an empty space. But soon, that space is filled, with anger, with a thirst for vengeance, and with an animalistic voice that keeps snarling at the back of my head for…Wait. Voice? Snarl? My foggy head slowly clears, and I can hear fully well the sound coming out of my mouth. Or, if I'm to be more specific, my snout. Even though I'm thinking relatively straight, I'm afraid that the alcohol must have worked more than its usual wonders on me. Else, why on earth would I be seeing paws instead of hands, and why does every voice around me seem so loud? Just then, my gaze falls on something. No, not something. Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still t

Valeria- For a couple of seconds, I stare at the piece of paper that has caused me to rethink my entire existence with just one glance. Henry and Jacqueline Johansson? Were my parents using different names before they came to the United States? Have I been living a lie all this while? Is this why Father became less welcoming to my antics as I grew up? Did I remind him of the life he left behind? But…Mother is Asian. She speaks Mandarin so darn fluently it is impossible to say that she doesn't originate from Asia. And…this Kala situation. Does that mean they knew I'm a werewolf all this time? Perhaps they thought I would never uncover the truth because I hadn't met my wolf in my teens. They probably believed that she'd died and that I'd become a normal human. Kala growls within me, and I say a quick sorry before returning to my assumptions. Or, maybe, just like all those books and movies I've read and seen, Father was an Alpha, and badly wanted to see me grow into a powerful Luna