ISAIAH

Zira screamed and threw a plate full of food at the door. “I said I’m not hungry, you dimwit!” 

The plate was smashed to pieces only a few inches from where Lisa was standing. Lisa barely flinched as she began to pick up the mess. Her casual demeanor made me believe this was a routine between the two. I heard about she-wolves going through mood swings during their pregnancy, but this was more than I bargained for. She has snapped at everyone at least once or twice, and poor Lisa gets the bulk of it. This wasn’t like Zira at all. Nina, on the other hand, maybe. I’ve been...