Awakening The Sliver Wolf

Awakening The Sliver Wolf

I sat next to the grave, holding the flowers I brought. I just stared at the name on the stone, tears flowing freely from my cheeks. "It's my birthday, mum," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stroked the name on the gravestone. Isla Hale. My mother, my world, my everything. Dead, gone, and left me all alone in a world where I do not belong. "It's my birthday," I said again. "And no one remembered. Not even father. He didn't even look my way." My twenty-one birthday. The tears were flowing wildly, my vision blurry. It hurts. It hurts so much to live like I'm invisible, like I'm nothing, a nobody. My father doesn't even see me, not really. He doesn't look at me, doesn't care. My stepmother treats me like dirt under her shoe, and my stepsister is even worse. The only one who cares is Lucas. Just thinking about him makes the tears slow down. Lucas. My boyfriend. The reason I still get out of bed every morning. We've been together for three years, and Lucas has been n...