Violet
My father kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. My brother's hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched. And my mother was wringing her hands together so tightly her knuckles had gone white.
But they were all smiling.
If the disgust on my face wasn't enough to make them stop, I did not know what would.
A slight quiver swept through my body as I trembled in rage.
The pack wolves at least had the decency to lower their heads and avoid my gaze. Elena had been pitiful and delusional, but these three…
I had known not to pine for their affection in their own home, and when they threw me out, it had taken months to grapple with that decision.
I had been closer to my grandmother, but once she was gone, I had wanted to cling to them out of desperation, but I had had to let it go.
And now they were walking toward me with open arms?
I felt insulted.
But my mother moved first.
