One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Hailey's POV

Today was our last day here...

It has been a few days since I last saw or spoke to Jaxon, who left my room without a word or fight. Part of me blamed myself, that had I been less of a coward, maybe I would have put up a fight with my evil stepmother but I could never be brave enough. I am not there yet and even if my wolf is as brave as my alpha father, I am just not there yet.

Maybe the animal and human side has not connected yet, making me confident and fearless... maybe I listen more to my human side since it is all I have known all my life. I may never know...

Another part of me is angry. I am angry that Jaxon would think even after two minutes of training, I would stand a chance against a shera that has been a wolf all her life. The audacity to even say it out loud, the audacity of having such unrealistic expectations of me.... and to spend days not talking to me or coming to apologize for being so insulting.

He has continued to keep his distance from me...

anywhere near me and I could not get anything, not in the morning or at night and during the day...she has been away. My heart aches, I won't lie. It aches for Jaxon, I have to fight with myself not to look for him and apologize on his behalf just to have him close to me and not that damn parasite.. Something about being a shera and just completely acting a fool just to keep the peace.. this is when I can be glad

not help it.. Jaxon was not speaking to me because I could not protect my own life and the shame just goes past him and

his ass and he would not answer but it is always worth a try.. just not today, today I let things go. If Jaxon wants nothing to do me then everyone else can follow him. Every one except for my father who is hell bent on teaching my lovely mate a lesson on appreciating mates while they are still alive and not being a complete

the fact that Jaxon is letting his feelings win.. feelings he allows to cloud his judgement over the fact that I almost died get the better of him. My dad wants Jaxon to appreciate that he

get dressed quickly to get this farewell breakfast over with. I can't sit with Jaxon another minute if he chooses to be childish and to ignore me. Even his dad has taken notice of the tension brewing between us... I would be ignorant to say the entire pack or everyone around us does not feel it. It is as thick as cake and we would need the biggest butcher knife to cut

I pride myself in being able to confront my feelings.. hence I can easily detect my cowardice and accept it but with Jaxon, my stubborn nature has taken a new turn. Something about not letting him win and to be honest, it

this, ready to say to my face how she is much better at keeping Jaxon happy than I am. The only

she would save me. I don't understand the werewolf love life as yet but I know that if I was eliminated, she

hair straightened and with a little make up on thanks to Miriam before I undeservedly chopped her head off. I can say that I looked great... The pair of leggings and crop top given to me was showing off the new muscles I was attaining slowly from just merely being a werewolf and a little bit of the exercises I was doing. My legs were super toned, my arms too and my abs