Chapter 71

I felt the pain of impact as my fist went through the drywall, and it shattered under the pressure of my fist, as I punched the wall hard in anger. I was sick of this place. Why my own family had felt the need to actually send me to a different pack to gain treatment for my anger I did not know. Being away from my own pack was not what I needed right now. And being in this “secure environment” as they called it, was more like being kept in a fucking prison. Therapy and anger management were making no difference. There was nothing wrong with me, so there was nothing to treat. So, I do not know what they expected to happen while I was here. Were they expecting some sort of miracle and expecting some sort of angel to emerge from the wreckage that I had apparently become? They would be seriously disappointeted if that was the case. “Miles, please calm down.” Ben, one of the therapists, urged me. “All we ask is you come and do a small amount of the session with us.” “I already fucking told