Twelve

-Jenna-

I bring the soup close to my lips and would just breathe on it. The steam would move but then move back above the soup. I opened my mouth and touched the soup with the tip of my tongue but pulled back when it burned.

I dropped the spoon and pushed off of the stool.

I walked out the house not looking back because I can feel his stare from the top window. I flip him off not bothering to look at him.

I walked towards the pack house and walk towards the living room and the wolves in here move like I'm a walking disease. I curl...