Chapter 13

  Riley

I'm not supposed to freeze as a werewolf, but something must be wrong with my DNA because I'm chattering my teeth.

"Need to find clothes..." I tell myself. "And fast..."

The werewolf packs usually leave sweatpants and various t-shirts in the woods. The clothes I find aren't my size, but I use the belt hidden underneath a tree to make them stay on my body.

Shoes are a bigger problem, and I grimace as the ones I pick seem like they belong on a clown.

"I guess this will do..." I mumble. Since I'm already bullied, my clothes will hardly matter.

The only thing I'm unhappy about is that my leather jacket was torn to shreds when I shape-shifted yesterday. Henrik tried to rape me as soon as I came home and entered my room.

I had only meant to grab spare clothes, my old tent, and then Henrik attacked me. Somehow, I fled from him, but not without breaking and destroying my arm. Luckily, it's as good as healed—being a werewolf has its perks.