Rejected Obsidian Lycan

Maya's pov.I was scrubbing the floors of the pack house when the buckets were rudely kicked, sending water splashing all over the place. “Oops, you missed a spot,” a girl's perky voice came after, followed by rounds of cackles as they walked away.I didn't stare at the mess that was created and had to start over. This wasn't the first time I had to do something like this, and I'm guessing it wouldn't be the last. There was a never-ending cycle of my day as the pack's runt.The weakest of all the pack members, even worse than an omega.The pack had a long tradition of raising stormy and powerful members; even the omegas are considered warriors when up against a stronger foe. I, however, didn't get the message, it would seem.And so everyone in the pack treats me like shit, constantly taunting me, and always taking an opportunity to make things difficult for me.I never complained, never for once spoke out of turn, and always took my punishment as it was. Just like today.I finished up

Maya's pov. I shivered in fear right where I stood, if it weren't for the warriors holding me up, my legs would have given out. Mates! I had often heard of the term and learnt of it as well, never for once did I think I would find mine. However I realised all I had left was a lie. Yes there was the scent that would drive you crazy, but the feeling when you finally met them wasn't sweet, there were no fireworks in the background, no butterflies in the stomach. Only fear. A nerve wrecking, it was cold, my stomach felt empty, my breathing frozen, dread filled my insides and I shuddered. Staring into his dark eyes that held such enmity, hatred and disgust as he held my very sole in place, trapped in an endless void. Torian Valon descended from the stairs, not breaking our locked gaze for a second. The closer he got, the more I wanted to back away, the more I wanted to run and hide in the deepest and darkest part of the world. Anywhere but where I stood. “Once again, the moon god

Varek's pov.“Thank you for letting her stay,” Sarah mentioned as we both stood behind the healer who had been working on her for a few hours now.Crossing my hands over my chest, “once she wakes up, she's out of here,” I responded, glaring at the girl who had been cleaned up now.Her pale skin glistened under the fading light of the sun.The only reason I let her stay was because of Sarah and elder Stewart, and nothing else. I had no pity for her, her people had no pity on mine either.“When is she going to wake up?” I questioned the healer who had been working tirelessly, while he cleaned her up with a wet cloth.Mark sighed, “She was hurt pretty badly, lost a lot of blood, for some reason she still hasn't healed herself, I really don't know when she would wake up,” his voice soft and somber, echoes of pity hidden in them.I didn't like this, if anything, I hated it, he continued after wiping her face off, proceeded to wrap a bandage around her eyes and I frowned.“She's a werewolf

Third person's pov.The howls roared in the forest, scaring the trio who stood in anticipation and fear, with Maya shaking where she was being carried.“We need to keep moving,” Sarah rushed them, pushing at Nathan to keep running, as they wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. There would be a whole lot of casualties.Maya was still skeptical, still scared of the man who had lifted her off her feet and onto his back. The only thing she could rely on was her sense of sound, smell, and touch, which were not as developed as werewolves'.The thought kept resonating repeatedly, that she would remain this way for however long she lived—at least until Alpha Torian found out that she was alive and tracked her down.They kept moving, weaving through the trees as fast as they could, before they arrived at their campsite, where they huddled together.This was their group, their small pack of the minority by the hands of the Crimson Blood. What would become of them if they were being attacked ever