r. I jumped from my bed, ran to my closet, and there hung the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. It was the prettiest thing I have ever owned. Most of my clothes were no

ng at it, wondering why suddenly my mom bought me this dress and why she was so happy. I never make her happy. She never bought me some

hem, it would seem like I had not moved the knob quite far enough to keep the hot water completely off. Although, I couldn't help hoping that somehow my parents had realized I was their child too and that I wasn't that ugly or stupid. Maybe 10 was a magic number for the girls in our family. Maybe they can't be loved until they turn 10. I have heard strange sto

p. "Good, you showered and washed your hair," she said. "Today is an important day, and we need to make you look as pretty as we can." she said, smiling. She was smiling. I know you are only 10, but goddess, you are tiny. I can't believe I gave birth to a runt, especially with the alpha blood running through my veins. My mom then brushed and braided my hair, winding it around my head. She secured it with some pins and added little pink and red roses in each center of each link of the braid. Mom's eyes gla

in muscles. He had long brown hair that was hanging down to his shoulders. His goatee and mustache were the same color as his hair. He was staring at me with th

ooked at my father, who stood next to the man smilin

"Katia, meet Alpha Thomas Crane of the Blood Meadow