I’m sitting in my room, bored out of my mind. I was pissed I could not participate in the Alpha’s Ball because someone had tampered with the chili; Mrs. Hicks, remove the girls and me from cooking, and now we are on garden duty, which sucks big time. I had a gut feeling about who was behind it, but I could not go to the Alpha without proof. That makes me so angry that I want to punch a wall, I swear to the moon goddess that I will make those bitches Emmily, and that slave mutt pay for what they did to me, and the others. After I finished...