AMELIA’S POV
I woke up and like any other day got ready and started making my way to the packhouse to cook breakfast for everyone. Yeah I still don’t get an off even on my birthday, not that I expect it any longer. That feeling from last night had not gone away still and neither Z nor I could figure out what was happening.
Anyway I went and made breakfast as fast as I could to avoid seeing as many people as possible, something about it being my birthday always makes people want to “punish” me more. Luckily I only bumped into 3-4 people, all of whom were some of the “nicer” members of the pack. This meant that the most they usually did was to say stuff to me and not hit me, but at the same time would stand by quietly when I was being beaten up.
I grabbed a few pieces of fruit for myse
