BRIELLA.The world had a way of reminding me I was nothing. That I didn’t exist. That was what the world had beaten into me over the years.My family.My pack.They whispered and mocked me, always finding different ways to tear me down. They were creative. I had to give them that. But I survived because it was easier that way. Easier to go unnoticed than to be hurt. At least that was what I forced myself to believe.“Briella,” Mom slurred quietly.My eyes squeezed shut as I attempted to, for just one moment, be anywhere else. When I finally looked, there she was—slumped in her favorite chair, a worn blanket draped around her shoulders like she'd forgotten it was there. The bottle of vodka sat on the side table, half-empty, catching the dim light. It took a lot to get werewolves drunk, which was telling. However, some people added wolfsbane to it for it to act quicker.If it wasn’t drinking, it was taking pills. She claimed it was the only way she could cope with her screwed-up life.“
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