Chapter 68 -Cleavage

• "Cynthia Dion! Come on, get up!" Mr. Lowell clapped his hands from a distance, giving me encouragement when no one else did. It was difficult to stand back up with all the angry and powerful werewolves glaring at me.
• Rosalie struck me once more, but this time I didn't fall to the ground because another wolf attacked me from behind. Instead, she bit into my back, causing a bloodcurdling scream to escape my lips. Despite the brutal beating, I managed to hold onto the ball.
• Even though I could feel warm liquid dripping down my shirt, I continued to protect the ball. Exhausted from the anger and abuse of others, I began to flee from them, clutching the ball tightly in my hand.