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...

the pack house or 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 to still be listening to my human

my very moody stick instead of Jaxon, who went awol so somebody had to get it... I felt bad but I could not help it.. Jaxon was not speaking to me because I could not protect my own

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

judgement over the fact that I

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 it, making shit easier for everyone around us. Jaxon was stubborn like me and

choose to be childish. Years have gone by and I pride myself in being able to confront my feelings.. hence I can easily detect my cowardice and accept it but with Jaxon,

We just refused to speak to each other, to Azuri's amusement.. possibly pleasure. I know she was enjoying this, ready to say to my face how she is much better at keeping Jaxon happy than I am. The only thing she was missing here was that, she was the only one sacrificing happiness to keep the other. Jaxon, given the choice would choose me every damn time even in his

what I tell myself, that is what I say to myself when I try to make sense of why she would save me. I don't understand the werewolf love life as yet but I know that if I was eliminated, she would stand a better chance with Jaxon. So

room, my 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