My fated mate, Elias, handed me a tissue, his tone light."Wipe your face. You're so fragile. You don't act like a werewolf at all. You can't even take a joke."My sister, Giulietta, walked over with her phone raised, aimed the camera at my face, and grinned."Mom, Dad, look at this. Liliana's face is a mess. Dirt and tears everywhere. She's filthy."My parents' disgusted voices came through the phone."Liliana, were you rolling around on the ground? How did you get that dirty?""A werewolf who cries this much. You should be ashamed of yourself."I silently wiped the dirt from my face with the tissue and did not argue.The bus was crowded. All I could do was curl up in a broken seat, unable to sleep a wink all night because of the noise.After I got off, I ran the whole way with my suitcase to make it to registration in time, falling more times than I could count, covered in dust and bruises.I heal poorly. Injuries like these are nothing to other werewolves, but they leave me in pain
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