I mean it, Dahlia Johnson collapsed when Luke borrowed her pen in home room last week.
I lived in the mansion quite alright, but not as a very welcomed family member, but as the daughter of a low ranking Beta who worked in the gardens.
I had lived with my mother in Washington but then she had run off one day and never returned.
Social services picked me up and was able to contact my father who my mother had told me was dead.
I was just seven by the time.
So I had come down to Georgia to live with my father and I had come to the new life of living in the pack house.
Well, my father and I didn't quite live directly in the mansion.
We occupied a small cottage behind the mansion and a wall severed us.
But still it was the red moon pack property.
And my father and I "owed them" all the good things they had done for us.
I was stuck to it.
Watched as Luke and Levi bullied me my entire life.