I stare down at my palm, and my heart shrivels. Is my life really that
worthless to these people? I grew up around them. Just because I don't have a wolf spirit, they would have let me die? Just because Willow voluntarily went to the human police station, her father tried to kill me?
When I look up, Mary's eyes are wet, and her lips are trembling. "I should've checked my messages. I'm so sorry, Alice. When I think about what could have happened—"
I try to smile at her and fail. "It's fine. I'm alive, right? Nothing bad happened."
She hugs me tightly. "I don't understand this pack sometimes. You're the nicest person there is. You don't deserve this."
Slowly, I wrap my arms around her waist, holding on to her. I need to hold on to somebody. I always try to stay upbeat and positive, but at times like this, the deepest, darkest thoughts within me rear their ugly heads.
