Maya

The food I'd poised to eat remained untouched as soon as she came into view. My appetite vanished in an instant; she had that effect on me. Rage surged through me like a wildfire—I fucking loathed her more than I ever thought possible. Seeing her made me want to fucking slit her throat and end it all.

She was the reason for my suffering. If not for her, I wouldn't have been trapped in this pack. If she had only been a fraction of the mother I'd needed, perhaps I wouldn't ...