Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chapter eighteen frontotemperal dementia
━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
"YOU'RE USELESS!"
Odessa Stone willed herself not to flinch at the shrilled shout that was aimed her way. She could feel the spit fling onto her face from how close her superior was to her. But she didn't let any flicker of emotion show—that's when they break you.
Her brown eyes burned holes into the blank, white in front of her, deadpanned as she waited for her next instructions. The girl was given extra lessons for her lack of control due to being a distraction in her classes with everyone else.
Or that's what they said.
Odessa knew she was different. She knew she was a hopeless case and not fit to be a werewolf. So why don't they just take care of the problem? It would be better than staying in this place for the rest of her, already miserable, life.
All the girl needed to do was extend her claws and she could go to bed like the rest of her classmates, but nothing was working.
She was shot out of her blank gaze by a hand squeezing her jaw, "look at me, you worthless excuse for a wolf," her superior sneered, tightening her hold on the girl, "you need to do something and you need to do it quickly. Show me your claws, your fangs, your eyes—anything! Or I swear to God, I'll lose my patience like I should've a long time ago."
Squeezing her eyes tightly, Odessa willed and prayed to herself for her eyes to glow and after a couple of blinks, they did. After showing her yellow irises for an acceptable amount of time for her superior, she was thrown to the ground harshly, cringing as she met the hard floor.
Her superior casually spoke while leaving the room, not fazed by her treatment toward the blonde girl, "go to your room. You get no dinner."
"Yes, ma'am," Odessa croaked, her jaw already sore, and she could feel the tenseness when she opened her mouth to speak.
As the door of the training room slammed shut, leaving her alone on the ground in ear ringing silence, the Stone picked herself up when she suddenly heard a distant, echoed voice call out to her...
"Odie! Odie, get up!"
Odessa picked her head up from her pillow in her room of the McCall residence in surprise at Scott's loud voice, "what—what? What's wrong?"
