Remember

Aprils POV

I feel anger coursing through my veins and the call for blood is so loud that its becoming unbearable for me to ignore it. I remember the alphas blood, I remember how it tasted and how intoxicating it was and I remember the screams of my mate and his father as I inflicted pain upon them.

I remember the death of my foster parents so clearly as if it happened yesterday, I remember the person behind it all : Jake Currington.

"What the hell did you do that for? Do you know how long that took me to write?" Esmy shouts annoyed while kneeling down on the carpeted floor trying to reassemble the pieces of paper.

I stay quiet because all I can see is red and some part of me doesn't want her to see me this way, that same part worries that she'll never accept us if she knows what we have done.

"April freaking Sinclair Robinson! I'm talking to you!" She yells.