REJECTION. EMBRACE.

Ring

Ring

Ring

I growled at the sound of my alarm. You're probably wondering why I growled. Well, you see, I'm a werewolf, and I'm in the Silver Crest.

Moon Pack. Our Alpha is Blake Klein. His dad,

Ferado Kelin was previously the Alpha.

but unfortunately, he retired and was getting too old. His mom, Sara Kelin, was previously the Luna, but she retired also. Today is Blake.

Klein's birthday, and he will be turning 18.

Also, he will be finding his mate, who is going to be our future Luna.

Blake Klein has always been the person I despise. He's what you call popular in school.

He has been the number one person who bullies me. Yes, it bothers me, but I don't let that show. Sigh. I hope he's not my mate.

I shifted at an early age—14,  to be exact. My wolf is beautiful. It's snowy white, and the tip of my tale is black. I really didn't want to go to school. It's the first day of my senior year, and I'm glad. I sighed and went back to sleep again.

Ring

Ring

Ring

As I put my hand out to smack the snooze button on my alarm again, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me off the bed. I shrieked and bumped my head on the floor, which was really sore, by the way. I looked to see who the culprit was. I couldn't see anything because my eyes were blurry, so I took my glasses off the counter table.

"It's time to get ready and go to school, Renee."

My mom said, She held her hands on her hips while giving me a stern look.

"Mom, I don't want to! Why can't I be homeschooled?!" I whined. As you can see, I have a lot of reasons why I don't want to go to school. One, I don't have friends, which stinks.

Two teachers don't like me, and three I get bullied a lot. Especially during the sophomore year. I've been bullied, and it's hard for me to go to school almost every day.

My mom sighed. She sat on the floor with me while giving me a gentle rub behind my back. "It's okay, Renee. I know it's hard, and by looking at it, it's your last year in high school. Ignore all of them; just move on. They're not worth your time." She said. I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Thanks, mom," I said. While she hugged me back.

"Now come on, go get ready. I'll go make breakfast." She said she was standing up and headed to the door. I sighed and got up to take a shower.

Oh, how rude of me. I should probably introduce myself. I'm Renee Smith. I'm 16 years old. I have wavy brunette hair, and I have purple eyes. Weird combination, huh?

I got my purple eyes from my great-great-grandma, as my parents say. I was really confused about why both my parents have light brown eyes and have different hair colours, whereas my mom's is black and my dad's is brown. I kept asking them a lot of questions when I was 10, but eventually I let all that go.

I'm the only child. My mom wanted another child, but due to personal reasons, the doctor said she couldn't have any more. I was a little sad because I wanted a sibling, but there's really nothing we can do about it.

So, my mom and dad were just happy with what they got. I've hated school since I was a sophomore. I hated it because I've been constantly bullied. But hey, that's life, right?

Anyways, I really don't care if people bully me; I'm used to it.

I got out of the shower and got ready for school. I picked out a pair of blue skinny jeans and a plain black shirt. I dried off my hair and put my glasses on. I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. I nodded in appreciation.

I ran to my closet, got my black converse, and put those on. My bag was next to my bed, so I grabbed it. As I was finished getting ready, I rushed downstairs and smelled pancakes. God, that smells like heaven. When I reached the kitchen, I saw my mom and dad cooking.

"Good morning, lovely people." I giggled and kissed both my parents cheeks.

"Morning Re." My dad said, and when I saw his evil smile, I sprinted to my mom, but I was too late. He grabbed me and ruffled my hair. I groaned.

"Mommmmm, please tell dad to stop." I said it in a defeated voice. Mom just watched in amusement. She stopped the stove and went.

Over to us.

"Okay, honey, that's enough. She has to eat, or else she'll be late for school." Mom said, earning a soft slap behind his head. I laughed at my dad, and he let me go. My eyes drifted to the food, and then time, and then food. My eyes were wide as I read the time again. It read 7:57 a.m. Shit, I'm almost late.

I grabbed an apple in the basket and got water. I rushed out and told my parents that I'm late and said I'd just eat at school. I ran to school and got through the entrance. I panted and still saw people out. Good, the bell didn't ring yet.

I jogged to a nearby tree and leaned on it while trying to catch my breath. As I was getting calm, I watched my surroundings.

Figures.

What I saw was groups divided into cliques.

There were the populars, jocks, nerds, rebels, and slackers. The rest were on their own with other people who weren't in a group. I sighed and closed my eyes as I was trying to rest a bit.

I opened my eyes, walked towards school, and went to my locker with my head down.

As I passed down the hall, whispers started to erupt in the building.

Is she new?

Ew, what's she wearing? Talk about no fashion sense.

She's ugly

Why's she back? I thought she was dead.

I fisted my hand by my side and tried to control my feelings. My wolf inside me was stirring to come out, but I managed to calm her down.

I continued walking to my locker and opened it. I took my books out for the classes I needed. I shut my locker really loudly.

Bang! Even I got scared. It was so quiet—too quiet. I was embarrassed because I brought this attention to myself. I knew what was going to happen.

I heard footsteps coming close to me. I tried to look busy by walking to class and pretending that didn't happen, but unfortunately, a hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me back.

The person who grabbed me threw me against the lockers. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to show I was not in pain. The hall started to gossip. I bowed my head. I didn't want to see who the person who threw me was.

"Tsk. Pathetic bitch doesn't even know how to back herself up," a familiar voice said.

I already knew who he was. He was Blake.

Klein and three of his childhood best friends.

Luke Gold, Alex Ross, and Matthew Pane.

They all laughed, including the people in the building. Everyone in here is a werewolf.

They all know what I was going through.

"Look at me. I don't like being ignored." He roared. I sighed and fisted my hands next.

to me again. I slowly brought my head up and looked him in the eye. When I looked, everything around me disappeared. Both me and Blake were in this room.

Mate. Both me and Violet (her wolf's name) said it in my head. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't stop it somehow. No! This couldn't be. I don't want him. Violet growled at me, but I didn't care. Blake looked at me with love, care, and happiness, but all that changed to disgust and anger.

I didn't show him anything. I was just neutral and looked at him as he spoke. He punched the locker next to me. He should learn how to control his anger. I thought. I didn't flinch; I had a feeling this was going to happen. He was too close for comfort.

When the bell rang, I sighed. I slid down, went under his arm, and walked away as if nothing had happened. Whispers started to erupt again, but I didn't care. I'm done not backing myself up.

I felt five pairs of eyes watching every move I made. Of course, I felt my friends eyes. I didn't

have time for a mate. I don't want it.

Especially if it is Blake Klein, the Alpha of the pack that I'm in. I won't let anything or anyone get in my way this time.