Mallory's POV
I went to the chair in the room and sat down just after I was done locking up my door.
I opened the covered food, and my gaze dropped.
"What do these pack members take me for! Just two slices of bread as my dinner?!" I was angry.
Even when I was in my father's mansion, I hadn't been given two slices of bread, even as a form of punishment.
I felt like throwing the bread away as I growled so loudly, and it was enough to shake the whole building.
I wouldn't even care if the building collapsed as I was enraged.
I had to fend for myself and my unborn triplets, and this was torture.
"Argrhh?" I growled, a primal instinct urging me to shift and to go for hunting on my own.
I hadn't gone for hunting before, even though my former pack members derived joy in doing that.
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