AMELIA’S POV
The past few months had actually been going decently well, you know for a ‘worthless, useless, piece of trash, waste of space’ - not my words, just some terms used by pack members to address me. Honestly though, their words and actions affected me less and less and eventually I couldn't care less about them. I was just waiting for the day that Zelda and I could run away from this place I call ‘home’ and go live peacefully elsewhere, even if that meant living alone.
Zelda had been pushing me hard while training, and I could now actually run for 3-4 hours in one go without losing my breath, easily lift objects that were 10 times heavier than me and even break off tree barks (not just the branches).
I mostly managed to stay under the radar and did all the chores assigned to me
