SnowHow did we get to this point?That was the first thought I had when I looked at the empty bottles lying on the dining room table, a sure sign that Aunt Susan had not only come home late but that she had spent the money I gave her to buy the week's food on alcohol, all for the purpose of getting drunk.Realizing that I wasn't going to wake up for a few hours, I cursed through my teeth and checked the refrigerator for something that might assuage my hunger. When I opened it, I noticed that, instead of having any fruit or vegetables, I only had a six-pack of her favorite beer."I have to take care of the grocery shopping myself," I said wearily, and I went back to my room.I immediately did something I always did whenever I felt like my head was going to explode and I needed to calm down: hug my parents' picture. It seemed like a silly gesture, but it helped control the rage I sometimes got from the crazy situation I was living in.They were a couple who were once the envy of the pa

SnowThe cheers from the little audience that knew me energized me.So I raised my arms and threw my costume cape back a bit, which caused the crowd to shout again, only a little louder."And now with you: the Demolisher!" shouted the cheerleader.On the other side of the cage entered my opponent, a much larger werewolf and maybe over 100 pounds than I had. People seeing him made a lot more noise, and I understood why.To the naked eye, I was a petite young woman, so people tended to take me for granted, and that made me smile. I didn't need to be smart to understand that the betting board was going against me and that the majority had bet on the man.So much so that the cheers towards him were deafening.Anyone would say he would knock me down with one punch, but if anyone had seen my previous two fights, they understood that didn't define anything. And my opponent wasn't aware of that. The man, who had a tiny mask on, came over and saw me from head to toe, then laughed fearlessly, m

SnowAfter walking a few blocks away from the Fight Club, I could breathe easily because I made sure no one had followed me and I was in a safe area. That's why I took off my mask. Then, for extra security, I changed my hood to a red wine-colored one and my dark shoes to pink ones that Aunt Susan had gotten me at a garage sale for $5.I pulled my hair into a high bun and walked on more calmly to get home.Not by mistake could anyone mistake me for Sage, which was a relief to me.You have to buy food, my she-wolf said boredly.The reminder wasn't necessary; I knew very well that we had nothing in the fridge, so I took some time to make a purchase that would last the whole week, but first I had to make a strategic stop and order a good hamburger that could calm the hunger I was feeling.William was right when he said that after a fight, the first thing you feel is the urge to eat. So I ordered something simple and classic: a double cheeseburger with a side of fries. I ordered quickly an

Snow My luck couldn't be worse every day.And the clear sign of it was the fact that I had been assigned to a group with William Walker himself, who was looking at me as if I was a piece of trash to be thrown away. At that moment, the thoughts I had about him settled much more in my mind.He's a jerk, I thought angrily.To me, he looks like someone who is very sexy, and he smells very nice. You could say his scent is tantalizing, my she-wolf said with a certain teasing tone.I slyly inhaled his scent and noticed that it was much thicker, stronger, and concentrated, which made me a bit arrhythmic. It was too pleasant, so much so that a part of me wanted to bring my nose to his neck and not peel off immediately. Not only was it a tantalizing scent, it was too mesmerizing, so I had to control the urge to get close.The good thing was that William made it easy for me to feel like getting away from him because he was an arrogant fool who looked at people like they were trash.Another time

SnowRunning away was not in my dictionary.I had learned to face certain situations and avoid others, but I would not run away from a fight at such a vital moment as that, when innocents were in danger. That's why I made William think I was running away without actually doing it.I wasn't going to leave him helpless with the rogues; he wasn't alone, but he was at a great disadvantage, and I wasn't a fool who would run off crying for help.The boy may be a haughty jerk, but he's too noble for him to realize it himself, so I like him already, my she-wolf said, and I shook my head at her comment.Of all the things she could say in this position, I wasn't expecting that one, though the truth was that she was right, albeit that it surprised me. William was trying not only to get me to safety, even though he considered me an outcast, as he had rightly said minutes before, but he was seeking to protect the members of the pack who could not take care of themselves.That was not only noble; i