Chapter 66

Arya. Days had gone by, and I wasn't keeping count anymore. The pain of the loss I felt from the truths that the Shelbys had shared with me was unbearable. I had cried so hard I was now weak from the tears. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't understand why they were so mean and wicked to me. Before I turned sixteen, Alison and Robert had already made my life miserable, making me feel lesser than human, like I wasn't supposed to exist. But after I turned sixteen, all the teen wolves my age were already turning. A year passed, and nothing. I had feared that maybe it was because of the childhood illness Alison claimed I had. And I took the medicine she fed me without complaint. Another year passed, and Robert and Alison couldn't resist announcing to whoever wanted to listen that I was an outcast. I was still curled up in my cell, the cold floor beneath me seeping through my thin clothes. I didn't know if it was the heartache or the energy spent crying that made me feel sick, but