I bared teeth at the grey wolf that was standing in front of me, and he did the same. We were ready to fight. I was part of the White Wolves clan. Nobody was going to stop me. I was strong. I was ready.
i wrote this poem about the relationship between my mother &meh i wihs she understood meh but she doesnt & she never has....i love her even though she hates who i really am...
When Icyra's mom is sentenced to three years in jail. her only resort is her aunt Liz, She moves in with her but its risky when all Liz wants to do is party hardy all night long, and the last thing Icyra needs is a wannabe sixteen year old aunt.