My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

That last part hit me the hardest. That stupid f*cking motto my brother and his friends lived by. They let people think that only the strongest should survive. It was actually the way that they played when they did drills together. Last man standing and all that.

They taunted and teased each other for being the “weakest’ that day. The problem was they never explained that they were teasing and motivating each other to anyone.

They just said the stupid line and went about their lives not realizing who’s listening and following their lead. They are oblivious to the influence they have without even trying.

I throw my covers off, I can’t sleep. The memory just brings on more nightmares. I rub my eyes forcefully and look at the clock, it’s 3am. The only thing is to run off the nervous energy now.

You want out tonight?

never ask It’s been a while. Hanging out with those boys hasn’t given you as much free time since we are still hiding that you are

it was your idea in

you. Maybe I can get a bit of rest that way. Whatever you need, I’m here

wolf feels like an old soul. Almost like a cool aunt that gives me advice when I ask, but also lets me totally figure things out the hard way after instigating a less than intelligent idea. That used to come

to the back door, hoping to not make a sound going out. I don’t know if the guys went home or are still out partying. Maybe they

the twins’ backyard as I ran towards the forest. I didn’t hear any

want to be with

hear me. The transformation was not pleasant to go through or to watch, especially for a new shifter. Once you get the hang of it, you and your wolf can interchange pretty easily and quickly,

my shoes tightly, check my ponytail to make sure it’s secure and wrap the straps of the little backpack I brought to store

down and make things difficult and cause a scene, then I am attacked the next day. I wish they would at least get creative