Chapter 3: CHAPTER THREE

Maggie's pov

You would think waking up to people screaming your name would get easier since you have been waking up to it every day for the past two years. News flash, it doesn��t. The door to my room slammed open and my brother stood there, arms folded. ��Breakfast isn��t set and the pack would wake.�� He continued to glare at me most condescendingly, I fought back the impulse to actually howl at him to get some damn decency because he looked like he needed quite a lot of them.?

I held back the urge to snap back at him. I wasn��t ready plus the scars on my back tend to be a sore reminder. ��I am coming.�� He tsked, walking off. I started moving because if my aunty got here, she wouldn��t use words. I threw on the first cloth my hand landed on and made my way to the kitchens.

Piper, the only person I could call a friend in this entire pack, was already there, mixing eggs. ��Hey, Maggie.�� I gave her a hug and took the bowl from her.?