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Thirty one

*Freya*

I was done trying to be a good girl to my step-sister. If she wanted to be bitchy, I would be even more bitchy.

Kelly's face contorted with fury, eyes flashing amber. "How dare you, you little--"

She lashed out, her hand coming towards my face. But I was faster. I caught her wrist in an iron grip inches from my cheek, my own eyes glowing dark.

We stood locked together, trembling with rage, a snarl rumbling in Kelly's throat. For a tense moment I thought she might shift and attack. But slowly, I shoved her hand away.

"Don't ever try that again," I growled. "Or I'll show you what this fake werewolf can do."

Shaking with anger and adrenaline, I spun on my heel and stormed off down the hall. Kelly shouted something after me, ugly and vicious, but I didn't hear it over the pounding of my heart. I knew she was on her way to yell my secret to every living soul.

I didn't stop until I reached my room. Slamming the door, I locked it with fumbling hands before slumping back