"What gives you the right?" I was barely controlling myself. "To decide who I am...who I love," my voice trembled, "or whether I'm" - I sucked in some air and tried to blink the angry tears away, "I'm strong enough. Good enough?"
"Nadi," Alec's voice begged me to stop, but there was no stopping me today. I had 18 years of anger and pain pent up in my chest. The built up energy was banging against chest to let it out. To let it whip, slash, and burn somebody other than me. To claim someone as a victim of its wrath. To finally put out the raging fire inside of my veins. I wasn't going to stop today. I couldn't.
"Who are you?" My voice rose. "Who are you to tell me if I'm strong enough?" I took a step towards him. "Who are you to dismiss me like I'm an afterthought?" I took another step. "Who are you?" My voice was venomous. My tongue was a knife that wanted to slash and cut. It wanted to taste some blood.
"I survived 18 years!" I screamed. "18 years," I suddenly whispered, a tear streamed down my cheek. "You threw me out like I was already dead," my chest contorted in pain. "Like I wasn't a living," I gasped for air, "breathing," another tear dropped, "child."
He took a shaky step back, his head dropping to the floor. I had never seen him look so weak. So...defeated. I wanted to crush him.
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Rogue
WerewolfBorn frail and delicate, Nadi is believed to not make it past winter. The pack, training and grooming the strongest and most lethal of its kind, believes her to be a liability. Betrayed, not only by her pack, but the parents she thought would protec...
