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

the crazy twin unison that happens sometimes. Again using my full name, not the nickname they gave me as they climb out of the pool and begin to

not a big deal. 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

careless. enough to let my guard down, and now they won’t let it go. Using my peripherals, I’m looking for the best way to escape. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

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 you. You wanna try again, Skylar?” Oliver’s deep voice and menacing look stalls my breathing as he stalks towards me, the rest of the guys have followed suit. He was built

an interrogator.

I’m pleading now, not even trying to come up with another excuse. I move towards the side of the house closest to mine. I am just as fast as all of them, but getting into my house is what will

they can’t mess with any of us and get away with it. The question from Sam came out growly and he had that same look as when we

at all of them. These raging fuming boys who had no idea what they were even mad at. They all of a sudden noticed

the minute that one phrase falls from 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 up or pushed around. And my particular bully thinks