Chapter 1 ❥ Still breathing

Tressandra I'm aware of the dull ache that throbs under my skin. I stare at the bruise with a fixed glare. Today, I wait until everyone is gone before I crawl out of my warm bed like the disheveled mummy that I am. Constantly aware of my surroundings, I sniff the air to make sure that no one else is around. I'm in a house filled with too many werewolves for my liking. Especially my sisters. The sooner they leave, the better. That way, they won't see. They won't ask questions. They won't have to get hurt. They won't have to hurt like me. I'm quick to lock the door, staring at myself in a dreadfully full-length mirror. I fell asleep with my makeup on. I look more like a raccoon than a person, the black rings around my eyes caused by copious amounts of smudged mascara, and a dangerous lack of sleep. Lack of peace. Lack of life. I can't sleep, can't relax, as long as she's around. Smoothing my messy