KRISTINA'S POV"This is bullsh*t." My voice rose an octave higher at the end of my sentence, the words coming out in an angry whisper. Why did Nathan insist on doing this? I hated feeling embarrassed about my body or being told I had a "pretty face". That's all it was pretty… a pretty face… nothing more, but here we were, getting flustered and upset because I had a small pimple under my lip, instead of being able to kiss anyone. I felt humiliated. "Why are we acting like this?" I asked, my face growing redder with frustration by the second. "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?" Nathan's green eyes flashed angrily. "Who do you take me for?" he asked angrily. "I don't have any problem seeing you with pimples all over your face. It doesn't bother me in the least." I stared at him with wide eyes. Had he just confessed to having a crush on me? That wasn't possible. There must be some kind of mistake. This was just another of Nathan's tricks. I was reading too far into things. We we

KRISTINA'S POVDespite my happiness, it was suddenly replaced by fear. Just right about when I was living a peaceful life together with Nathan and my children, I suddenly received an order from Laurence to return to the Crimson Snow Pack, maybe because Alpha Laurence was agitated by how Alliyah flirted with his beta, Carl, even though they were already married for several years. Laurence eventually evicted Carl from his position as the pack's beta, leading him to head over the Black Fangs Pack together with Alliyah.Now, I had no idea what happened after that. I just know it was very upsetting to me and made me more depressed than ever. My mind kept replaying scenes of the events that took place before I found out that Laurence impregnated me. I can remember so clearly everything that happened and now, it seems impossible to forget. Everything. That's why, everytime something happens or anyone mentions that we don't have much time left, all of us start thinking, what am I doing here?

KRISTINA'S POVI tried to sit up but found myself paralyzed. I couldn't even move my fingers. Panic seized my stomach, squeezing tightly around the pit of my belly. "What did you do?" My voice was hoarse. I needed water, needed oxygen, needed… He chuckled quietly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. The sound of his laughter filled the room. It made me feel sick. It sent shivers throughout my entire body like I'd just gone into hypothermia, which was probably how the wound on my chest felt at that moment. He shook his head slowly, looking pityingly at me. He stood up, walked over to my injured side, where the wound had just been inflicted, and began to clean it. "Oh, you poor thing. That really hurt your chest, didn't it?" he cooed, applying more pressure than necessary to the wound. He then applied bandages to it before sitting next to me again. I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Why am I not freaking out anymore? What is this feeling? It took me a while to realize that his

KRISTINA'S POVThey stepped past us and exited the building, shutting the door behind them. He turned back toward me and pulled one of the chairs from beside my table out for himself. He sat down across from me, looking me dead in the eye. "So you're Kristina?" he asked, tilting his head as though appraising me. His voice sounded gruff and masculine, like he was accustomed to getting his way with people. There was something cold and calculating about him that I didn't trust at all. "W-why?""That's interesting. You're a lot different than I expected. What is your last name?" "I... um..." I stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation for why I looked like that. It seemed like I couldn't even answer basic questions without stumbling over myself or making some other stupid mistake. But I really needed help. "It's uh... Kris–I mean, Kristina," I stammered, still unsure what else to say. I felt embarrassed by the fact that I hadn't given him my full name. Maybe I'd assumed that

KRISTINA'S POVWell, let them worry. I'm fine. I won't be going anywhere 'till I figure out what's happening with all these people, so they better not call me or try to contact me by any means possible. I don't want any trouble. If they send someone looking for me after I leave the house, then they're gonna get an unexpected surprise. But I'll have to deal with it, eventually. I just wish I knew why I've been summoned here. That's what I'm most curious about, actually. And, as the saying goes, one should never turn your nose up at a bargain when presented with a golden opportunity such as this. In the meantime, I need to decide how I'm going to accomplish my goal while staying hidden from any potential pursuers. I decided to try some research. There were quite a few websites on Google, with lots of pictures attached. I selected several links and read the titles aloud. The results seemed to be promising. There were many sites that showed people with different colored hair, eyes, skin