I was in my room, just finished a new painting and posted it on my social account.
When I checked my phone, I saw Thomas finally replied… to the message I sent two weeks ago.
[Thomas: Seriously, Ella, would it kill you to sign your name?]
[Thomas: You clearly don’t care about actually talking to me, do you?]
I couldn’t help but feel kinda guilty. But before I could type a reply, more texts poured in.
[Thomas: How’s life in the Claw pack, Luna Ella? Wow, you still remember how to text your brother?]
I bit my lip, literally cringing. I knew I messed up, so I tried to make up for it.
[Ella: I’m sorry. Things have been crazy.]
[Ella: How are things going over in the Gru pack?]
Thomas didn’t talk to me much to begin with. I’m the adopted sister, and he only ever bro
