The most easily available gift you can offer to someone is kindness, but it is so expensive these days that not many can afford it. So if you have a kind soul, fight every last bit of negativity to hold onto it. Because this world will do everything in its power to snatch that from you.
~~ Angelina Bhardawaj
Aziza Jerrika's POV
"Is she the one?"
"Oh my God, I can't believe the girl has no wolf,"
"Isn't that the same as being cursed?"
"I know, right? I am sure beta Alexander would've killed himself one more time when if had come to know of his daughter's wolfless self,"
“What a shameful disgrace to the family. And to say she was training to take over the beta position. I feel bad for her,”
"What is there to feel bad about? I don't even understand why such a disgrace is allowed in our pack. She is nothing but a speck of dirt to our community."
“I know, right? She is shaming our entire pack. We had such a good track record, and it’s all because of her that we have our name on our list we never thought about.”
"I guess we should start a petition against her staying here and polluting our environment."
"I am on your side, Kayla. I can't imagine what sin she committed in her past life or this life for her to be cursed like this."
It’s funny how they casually talk about the dead when he died protecting the pack and like a loyal member.
These words marked my life since I turned fourteen and didn't change into my wolf.
It was a matter of shame for a werewolf to be born without a wolf. And the moon goddess has honored me with such a curse.
Well, that’s what everyone thinks.
I didn’t turn into my wolf in front of everyone when I turned fourteen, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a wolf.
I have a wolf. And a very peculiar one at that.
A wolf that I turned into when I was only five years old, which I must mention is something that happens once in a blue moon, and because of that, my dad kept this fact a secret. He was sure there was a bugger reason behind this and he wanted to keep this from everyone.
Strangely, no one ever seemed to sense her either, not even the alpha of the pack.
My mother died giving birth to me, and my dad sacrificed himself in a rogue attack like the honored and proud beta he was.
Living with my Aunt Marla, who doesn't give two damn about whether I am alive or dead, and my not-so-lovely sister hasn't been a simple task for me since then.
After losing my dad when I was thirteen, I was ready to take part in all the kinds of training in the pack. Everyone was happy about it as they wanted their honored beta’s daughter to take over the position. However, when I didn't turn into my wolf in front of everyone, I was suddenly demoted from the prestigious beta's daughter to a mere omega.
An omega, everybody hated, and no one dared to befriend. In simple words, the outcast of the pack.
I am sure, my dad would’ve protected this secret even now if he was alive, and that’s why I never told anyone I have a wolf.
Even after all of this, all the hatred I received all these years, there was a glimmer of hope for me to keep fighting the urge to kill myself every day.
The hope was like a ray of light seeping through the cave of my dark life.
A mate.