Chapter Twelve

 

Not alone

 

Elena

 

Tears stung my eyes as I stood before the silvery mirror in my room, starring at my reflection. My beautiful black hair was messy and discolored. My bright gray eyes were dull, and my lips, which always held a charming smile, now held a permeant frown. I could barely recognize myself.

 

"Elena!!!". The cruel voice of Genevieve resounded in my ears. Ever since we relocated to the Obsidian Pack, my life has been a complete misery. Not like my previous life was any better, but things only got worse with Genevieve in the picture, who made sure to always suffer and humiliate me at all...