Thinking

Sheryl ’s POV

By the time I could form words out of my mouth, Scott was already snoring. I stood frozen at the door,

just staring at him. That’s all I could think to do.

Hearing his words caused my heart to ache. She hated me because I was a Volana wolf. I know my kind

isn’t accepted by some; they find us dangerous and threatening. But I have never tried to pose a threat

to anyone. I stand up for what I believe in and help those in need. I’m far from dangerous but I know

not all in our world see it that way.

“What did he just say?” Ashton asked; for a moment, I forgot he was standing near me.

I saw the complete confusion on his face.

I didn’t want to stay in Scott’s room any longer, so I left. As we got into the empty halls, I turned to him,

trying to keep the tears out of my eyes.

“Please don’t tell my father,” I managed to utter as I stared up at him.

“What did he mean that you are a Volana? Is that true?” His tone seemed cold.

“I never want to hurt anybody,” I whispered. “If Sarah