in my favorite tree. Usually, at this time of the night, bonfires are lit and pack members usually sit togeth
se, pack members swore that fire surrounded me and my eyes were glowing red. Once the fire that surrounded me disappeared, my eyes turned to their natural color-green. Also, my once black hair turned red, and on my left shoulder, a tattoo of a crown of fl
ighteen years and leave the pack. My problem is my small stature, only 5'4, and all the hard work I have to do around the P
use, all four floors, by myself because I
it is that Omegas goes into heat and being a rogue Omega in heat is not something I want to experience. With a bit of luc
. And what I like to do is to draw. And I am pretty good at it. The art teacher, Mr. Smith, a Gamma in the
so hard not to roll my eyes because I see Jordan practically drooling all over Ruth. Like I get the fact that she is like some sort of walking Barbie– at least that's what I am told because I have prosopagnosia and thank the goddess I am a werewolf and I can recognize the others from their scent – and that she has an e
female with red hair at his side, and Ruth cryin
to me. We even have a code, since I can't recognize faces. So, Jordan has an orange above his head. Ruth, a bouquet of lavenders. And since I struggle t
female, and this time she adds an apple with caramel above her
that doesn't mean I have a stupid crush on Jordan,' I say to Safia. 'Besides, Jordan is
e floors of the Pack House or pushes me around whenever he fee
grey wolf running in the forest – Safia and Tit
want that too! But our soulmate is not Jordan!
itan and her. And I let her be. After all that it happened to us, she des
cleaning the Pack House for the upcoming birthday of Jordan. Only two more days and then Jordan
ng. Other werewolves are with them, but I don't focus on their scents, because I realize
What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to make sure everyt
Hannah, aka Ruth
me! How does she com
, Ruthy!" Hannah, I m
Ruth, in case you have
time. People like you should not be
like me?
he Goddess!"
voice, I think it is Ariel, another of Ruth's friends. When I smell vanilla and ch
ounds, someone takes my backpack from me and I turn to
my backpack
ask nicely,
y teeth,
the goodwill of the Pack, you should work more
'goodness' of their heart gave to me. The old shirt and jeans I am wea
had to fix a lot of times, but it is the only one I have
look inside and then I will gi
an't, but Jordan already opene
he drops the backpack as his at
! Give i
with an expressio
ng I don't want to do. The last time I made him angry, I didn't get food for two days
o!" Jordan snaps at me. He flips some
book. I am so furious right now.
I already made the arrangements with another pack to take me in once I am eighteen. I can do it and not lose my tem
tempt me
presence, mongrel!"Ruth says and
and cold, but it is mine. And old mattresses covered by an even older quilt are in a corner. A broken coffee table – that I fix
my old sneakers off and crush on my m
I say to myself w