Chapter 8

I slid out of my room. I was tired of cutting myself off from my new family. Just because Xander was a jerk and only wanted me to pop out pups, didn't mean the rest of the pack would be so dismissive.

If Rhys was any indication, then I might even be more welcomed at the pack house than I was in the human clan. I hadn't given anyone a fair shot, spending the last week in my rooms.

Had it only been a week? It felt like a lifetime ago when I had been congratulating my best friend for getting into Brighthaven.

I skulked down the stairs. The smell of bacon wafted up and my stomach growled. How long had it been since I had eaten? How long had I actually been gone with the fever?

"I heard humans are prudes." The voice cut through the general din and I paused on the steps. "Do you think she's strong enough?"

"She's a waifish little mite. I dunno that the Alpha won't break her in half." Someone answered, ton