Amelia's POV

3 Years Ago

"Why did you survive and my daughter died, huh?" A menacing growl was aimed at me as the door of my room was kicked open.

I had been standing at the door and calling out someone to unlock it. It was my best friend's funeral and I should have been beside my dead friend's coffin!

The sudden kick had me sprawled on the floor and I looked up to find my best friend's mother, Katherine, the Luna of the Blue Moon Pack growling at me.

"My Luna, I didn't…"

Before I could speak anything, she held my collar and straightened me up. Slapping me hard, she spat on me, "You are the Beta's daughter, you should have protected Skylar with your own life!"

As I was kicked across a study table, Luna rushed towards me in a frenzy and grabbed a fistful of my hair, causing me immense pain.

"You are the murderer of my beloved daughter and you will be punished for this offence, Amelia," She snarled at me before slapping my face on the wall, blood trickling from my forehead.

I spoke in my cracky voice, "I didn't kill Skylar..."

But Luna Katherine was not ready to believe me and she instructed the guards, "Make sure she doesn't attend my daughter's funeral. Because of this fucking sinner, my daughter died and now I don't want her to obstruct her smooth departure to heaven!"

With those angry words, she walked out of my room. I ran behind her, crying and trying to convince her, "Please, Luna, let me go out and attend Skylar's funeral, please..."

But the door was closed in my face.

Present

"I am not the reason why you died, Skylar, you know that right?" I sobbed while looking at a photo frame that bore Skylar and my photo. Tears trickled down from my cheeks and fell on the glass frame.

I wiped off the tears from the photo frame and hugged it tightly. I was so unfortunate that I couldn't pay the last visit to Skylar. It's been 3 years since that heartbreaking incident took place but every time I see my friend or think about her, the pain from that day would emerge in my heart.

I am Amelia Green, an eighteen years old she-wolf. As the daughter of the Beta of the Blue Moon Pack, one would think that I would be revered and respected. While fate has dealt me a cruel hand, and I have been condemned as the cursed wolf, forever branded as the bringer of misfortune. My heart has known nothing but sorrow, for everyone who has crossed my path has met an untimely demise.

The torment inflicted on me reached its peak when Alpha and Luna's daughter, Skylar who used to be best friends with me, died under mysterious circumstances.

In the aftermath of Skylar's passing, the accusing fingers pointed directly at me, fueled by whispers of my apparent guilt. The pain intensified as Luna, consumed by righteous anger, demanded my forced confession for a crime I had never committed. Despite the absence of any evidence to support their accusations, the pack's hatred for me grew with every passing day. I became an outcast, an embodiment of their fears and prejudices.