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"Sasha!".

Sasha's heart leaps out of her chest at the loud voice of her step father.

The fear from the authority in his voice made her rush out of the kitchen carrying another tray of food she needs to set the table for dinner.

She paused by the doorway to take a breather, her heartbeat quickening and her palms sweaty.

"Yes, father". She replied politely as she entered the room.

Her mother's glare met her timid gaze and she swallowed loudly.

At twenty, Sasha looks smaller than her age. Her copper brown hair that always dangles behind her in a single braid is a striking color that matches her golden eyes.

She looks nothing like other werewolves her age and that has always made her mother despise her since her father's death when she was little.

Her mother got married again and her life had been pure hell since then.