My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I spin quickly, thinking there is some kind of threat, I’m on high alert. “What?” My wet ponytail whips around and wraps around my neck, hands at the ready for a fight.

“What is on your back Skylar?” He hasn ‘t used my full name in months, since I started hanging out with him and the guys regularly. He looks like he is trying to hold in his temper and his eye color is swirling, letting me know his wolf is pissed and close to the surface.

I reach back and realize my shirt has been pushed all the way up to my bra, exposing my whole torso. I didn’t even feel it move in the water. My eyes widen and I know what he can see, the bruising around my ribs in various shades of healing and the pink and mottled scars along my back from the whip and silver. The make-up Sierra put on the exposed parts must have come off too, not helping the case.

“It’s nothing, just training injuries, that’s all.” I ramble out a little too quickly to be believable, more concerned with getting my shirt down.

“You’re lying. Why are you lying to us, Skylar?” Cam

that happens sometimes. Again using my full name, not the nickname they gave me as they climb

Some people go a little more rough since they know I can fight now, that’s all. That isn’t a total lie. My attackers have gotten more rough now that they la-low I can actually fight. Trying to bait me into fighting them back And when I don’t

was careless. enough to let my guard down, and now they won’t let it go. Using my peripherals, I’m looking

at group training and the Luna and a few warriors during advanced training. None of us have sparred with you in a way to leave marks like that and some of them are older, before we started training with

an interrogator.

I move towards the side of the house closest to mine. I am just as fast as all of them, but getting

know they can’t mess with any of us and get away with it. The question

no idea what they

his lips. For years I have been dealing with this, years, because they believe in survival of the fittest and looking the other way when kids are being roughed