I gritted my teeth against the pain that I felt and curled into a tighter ball. The urge to hurt someone, to hurt me was strong, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't do that to them, to let them know that they had raised a monster.
I didn't need them to know the demons that I faced each night, the urge to attack and kill those that had wronged me.
I didn't need them to know the scars that I carried seen and unseen, both of which had been done by my hand.
They didn't need to know the fear that I felt each night while my wolf tried to call through the surface and how much it hurt to fight the animal side of me back.
I didn't need them to know that they had failed... to save me from myself.
They didn't need to know, for they had tried their hardest, especially Cass, the female that took me under her wing once my parents died.
They couldn't know that I was a hazard not only to myself but those around me while I battled my wolf each night in silence.
They didn't need to know. They couldn't know that I hated myself each and every day because I was losing the battle and losing my sanity, and I had no idea how to get it back...
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Seraphina (Book 2C of Wolfcreek Series)
WerewolfI didn't know if I would ever get a mate. I didn't know if I was one of the blessed or not. I didn't know if my mate would accept me, accept me for the troubles that I faced at night or the family that I came from. I didn't know if who I was would s...
