7

CHELSEA

It's been a week since I got back to the pack house, and I have been in my room either crying or telling myself that I’d be fine. There were days that I was confident and some other days, I was just like salt soluble in water.

Rolling over the bed because someone kept knocking behind my door.

“Come out, Chelsea. It's your first day of school!” Arden’s voice sounded behind the door. I groaned and rolled over again before sitting up with a frown.

Pretty sure that witch called Anna went to get him because I didn't answer her. It wasn't like Arden could do anything to get me off the bed. Pretty sure he had been avoiding me like the plague ever since the first day that I showed him I know what he did to my mother - Me.

After a relaxing bath, I got into the school uniform and then picked up my bag. Whenever I look at my face in the mirror, I gasp - aside from not seeing myself - Chelsea was gorgeous. I wish I birthed her with this look, she would have been the Queen bee of her sc