Chapter 42 Something Within

• Bertha's POV
• Morning comes, an unwanted guest bursting in with rays of pale sunlight slipping through the cracks of my window. Sleep? Never heard of her. Since Friedrich's pleasant announcement regarding my pack's possible eviction, my brain thought that this was the best time to play ping-pong with every possible worst-case scenario. Thanks, brain.
• I roll out of bed, wincing as my bare feet hit the icy wooden floor. Wrenwood's all charm this time of year-if you're into frostbite and existential dread. My reflection in the mirror greets me with dark circles and hair that would give an entire flock of birds a heart attack. I drag a brush through the mess, wondering if today is going to end with either a pack meeting or civil war.