Charis
How many times do I have to die before the Moon Goddess understands that I get it? How much more pain does she need to rain down on me before she sees the white flag I've been waving for years?
When will my life stop being one endless nightmare and become smooth and shiny like the lives of other girls my age?
When will I wake up worrying about which designer dress to wear to the pack gala or whether to get highlights or lowlights for my hair? When will my biggest concern be choosing between a mani-pedi or a facial at the spa, instead of wondering if today's the day I'll finally die?
I dream of living like the daughter of an Alpha should. To wake up fretting over dresses and trivialities, to complain about trust funds and argue with my mom about curfew. To get to fall in love with my mate and plan extravagant Joining Ceremonies that cost an arm and a leg.
