---- 25_Blood-red is my favourite colour. Faith With a sigh, | watch my father leave the room. He leaves me in peace or semblance of it. My life, everything | used to know, has turned upside down in a matter of a few weeks, and at this point, I'm so confused about everything it's difficult to follow every event. After my father left my room, | decided there was no point in crying or overthinking, so getting some sleep seemed like the best option at that point. However, | have no idea how long it took for me to finally fall asleep, but when someone knocks on my door, it feels like | had closed my eyes for a few minutes. As much as | hate the very thought of getting up, | sit up in my bed and call out, "Come in!" ---- Clearly, the two women who storm into my room with massive fabric bags in their hands don't need to be told twice. They giggle and laugh as they set their belongings on the small dresser and throw some of the bags on the floor like this is some exciting event. Once they manage to create utter chaos around me, they both fix their gazes on me and gape. | swear, they look like they are meeting another she-wolf for the first time. Did someone trap them in a basement and let them leave out of pity? "Oh my Gosh, you're prettier than | thought," the shorter woman shrieks and rushes towards me. She holds out her hand for a handshake and introduces herself, "I'm Sheila and this is my friend Anny. Don't mind her, she can be a bitter bitch sometimes." The woman gushes excitedly. Carefully | place my hand in hers and whisper, "I'm Faith, nice to meet you. Sorry, | must look like a mess, | had a sleepless night." The excuse | use is poor, but it seems to satisfy the ---- hyperactive woman. Worst case scenario - | can start sputtering some lies about being anxious. That, as stupid as it sounds, would make perfect sense for everyone. An anxious bride, awaiting her big day. I'm on the verge of addressing the remark about Anny, but quickly push the thought aside. These women are from Dorian's pack, and I'm not here to make friends with his people. "I'm not bitter," Anny grumbles and bends down to pick up one of the bags. "You are too!" Sheila argues and leans a little closer to whisper, "She's bitter because our Alpha didn't acknowledge how basic her beauty is and never paid any attention to her. | swear, that woman could brag about him for weeks, and she'd never run out of new things to say." | hate to admit this, but Sheila seems... nice? If we wouldn't meet under such extreme eee Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!