Angel POV, a few months after her parents died:
Taking a deep breath, I walk to the next place on this side of the street. It’s an old diner run by some of the first humans who moved to the Pine Forest village. Humans are my best bet if I want to find a job since Alpha Pond is dead set on making our lives miserable. The few werewolves who do not hate the sight of me ignore me as intensely as they can, stinking of fear.
I didn’t think so many could treat me like air, but they have proven me wrong many times. If it weren’t for my brother, I might have given up on life. I’m not sure why everyone avoids me. Perhaps they know about what I did? It’s the only reason I can think of. Why else would anyone fear me? I’m just a kid.
I enter the diner with a smile. I don’t feel like smiling, but it
