“Farah, you’re going too hard! You’re going to hurt yourself,” Dawn complained, as she held the punching bag for her sister. In the last six months, since they had turned eighteen and gotten their wolves, Farrah had become more angry and aggressive. Dawn worried about her, but then she herself had become more withdrawn, barely interacting with anyone except her twin and her parents. Even the company of Eli didn’t perk either of them up anymore. They had become close these last four years with the young Prince. Farrah even tried to date him when they had turned sixteen, but Eli had freaked out, and screamed he didn’t have a death wish. That had hurt Farrah so much. She has had a crush on him for the longest time.
It didn’t help that not one boy had ever asked them out. They went to school
