"𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓"

"𝑻𝒔𝒌 𝑻𝒔𝒌."

Hazel layed on her bed for awhile. She couldn't sleep. Her white hair was messy and her eyes were tired. She thought about her past a little bit. Her dad. Her mom. Her sister. Her sister's pack. Did Drystan kill them too? She wasn't sure.

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𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕

Hazel's dad, Ozz, sat in his office, grumbling under his breath. Her mom, Miriam, was making biscuits. Ozz was a stern and cold man. Miriam was a sweet and petite woman. Ozz held a sharp gaze as Miriam kept a cold gaze.

"Hazel." Ozz called. Hazel ran into his office and bowed to him. "Yes, father?" She asked with respect. "I'm going to train you. Get to the battle grounds immediately." He said in a low voice. "Yes, father." Hazel said and walked to the battle grounds.

Left her head back in the pack. Think her sanity are right beside it.
She needs to know if anyone can find them. 'Cause they're part of her.

Halfway through a different sentence. Mixed up, twisted in her mouth like Miles. Flavors rollin', so unsettling. And he's not even listening.

"Don't tell her to go slow." Ozz growled at the trainers. "'Cause you know that she can't."

He slaps her on the wrist. "Tsk tsk." He growled. "I'm trying!" Hazel pleaded. Her arms and body was exhausted.

Got her chaos automatic. One, two, three, it's systematic. All her wires are crossed and jagged

And the fact is. She's so tired of droppin' all the pieces, she keeps speedin'. She knows she's the reason. Bleedin', feelin' so depleted
And she swore she's tryna beat it.

He kept slapping her on the wrist and made a tsk sound. She kept pleading and begging. Nothing worked.

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕

Hazel thought about it. Her life wasn't that bad. Right? She never grew up and it's mortifying. She rested her hands on her chest. She had deep cuts in her wrists. Some bruises on her legs. He pushed her too far. Miriam did nothing about because if she did, she would get yelled at. She has her sister. Or had.

It was morning and she hasn't slept all night. She got up hesitantly and headed to the kitchen. She decided to make breakfast. Biscuit, eggs, and bacon. Her mothers secret recipe!

"Reena, go get Hunter, Una, Hannah, Vice, King, Raja, and the rest. Breakfast is almost ready." She spoke in a tired tone. Reena bowed and left to get the wolves. They sat at the big table as Hazel fixed each plate. Except one for herself. She didn't eat much. She had to keep up an image.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.