Chapter 1: THE ERROR

RORA’S POV

“Do you think she'll win?” someone murmured from the crowd, and more whispers followed, but I turned them out and spat blood to the ground as I regained my stance looking at the huge man in front of me with a nasty smirk on his face that I wanted to wipe off so badly.

He lunged for me but I side-stepped him, making him stumble to the side. Then I turned swiftly in, grabbed him by the neck and slightly raised him before pulling him backwards and letting his back hit my knee.

A loud crunch sound filled the clearing and everyone went silent. A second passed, and the man let out a huge yell, and I let go of him.

He fell to the ground, unmoving and no one said a word.

I was left there breathing heavily when he raised his palm and tapped out and the crowd let out an uproar.

“She won again.”

“I can't believe she beat him, wow.”

“That's our Rora.” another said.

The referee came towards me and took my left hand, holding it up as the winner and I gave the crowd a bloodied smile, my eyes scanning them till they landed on Elias.

He shook his head with a small smile and opened his arms as I ran towards him, hugging him.

“Good job, kiddo. Undefeated, yet again,” he laughed, ruffling my hair, and I buried my face in his chest, calming myself down from the high I felt from fighting.

I'm Rora, the strongest female of the Moonfang pack and I am the error.

“Come on, kiddo. You need to wash off.” He pushed me back from him and stared at my form. My hair was sticking out everywhere and my braid was a mess. My clothes were dirty and my boots were stained with mud.

I smiled and he grimaced. I was definitely sure it was the blood on my teeth.

“I'll be fine.” I rolled my eyes and he frowned at me. I knew he would react like that, so I nodded instead, and he patted my back.

Elias was the beta of the pack but now, his son holds the title. He found me when I was a child and raised me. He never officially adopted me because the elder council would not agree since the werewolf registry could never tell what I was.

I wasn't an Alpha or a beta or an omega. The system showed an error every time I tried, so they called me, the error.

Elias didn't mind if my identity couldn't be figured out; he still took me in and treated me like his own, and here I was today with the title of the strongest female.

I walked away from him towards our house when Aira spoke up.

“Let me out.”

“No!” I replied. “Elias said to clean up and you know how mad he gets when I don't listen.”

“Just for a short run. Please.”

My wolf begged me in my head. I thought about it for a while. I hadn't let her out in two weeks. She must be antsy.

I rolled my eyes and changed my direction towards the forest. It was pack lands still for the members to let their wolves out once in a while.

Once we were in, I began to run. The trees brushed past me and I felt so alive till I heard a twig crack.

That wasn't me.

I paused and heightened my senses to hear if I wasn't alone but I didn't hear anything again. Till I turned to see a shadowy figure not too far from where I stood.

“Who is there?” I yelled, moving cautiously towards them. The shadow moved and just as it did, I was met face to face with the Alpha, Zayn.

His Hazel eyes were narrowed as they stared at me, and his face was pulled in a frown.

“Everyone was ordered to stay out of the forest today. What are you doing here?”

I immediately bowed my head. Zayn was childhood friends with Elias’ son, Stephan, who was the current Beta, and I was Stephan’s best friend, so we never really got along since we fought for who was more important in Stephan’s life.

But as we grew, we got pulled into pack politics and we left that beef behind. I rarely even saw him.

“Are your lips sewn shut?” he questioned and that made me whip my head up with a flash.

“For your information, my lips are not sewn shut. I wasn't aware we were to stay out of the forest today.”

I retorted, and I saw his eyes rake over my body with a small smirk growing on his face, and I suddenly felt self-conscious of how rough I looked.

“You look like you just had a really long battle. You look roughened. I'll take it that you lost and came here to find solace?” He mocked me and I felt my blood begin to boil in anger.

My fists tightened as I spoke, nearly piercing my palms with my nails. “I'll have you know that I won and have won every single male fighter that your pack has to offer, and doesn't that say something about your training of your soldiers?”

His evident anger from the twitch of his jaw made me happy.

“Watch how you speak to me.” He growled but I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“Fine then. I propose a race. Of our wolves. Whoever wins would do what the other wants.” His lips twitched as he spoke.

A race? Oh, he was going to lose. Aira had been itching to get out.

“Fine. Race to the lake. Whoever gets the first tap of the water and back wins.”

“Done.”

He walked away towards the back of a tree, probably to strip, and I did so too, placing my clothes neatly under the tree.

“Aira. Time to shine.” In seconds, my bones began to crack and shift as fur slowly came out of my skin.

My paws landed on the floor, and Aira let out a howl. Dramatic much?

We stepped out of the back of the tree and he did too. His wolf was huge and black in colour. Except for his Hazel eyes, he had no other lighter shade on him.

Aira, on the other hand, had golden eyes with a mixture of white and black patched fur.

They growled at each other and got into position and soon, we sprinted off.

Our paws tapped the floor as we ran at full speed and we were in the lead. It felt great to let Aira put and I kept rooting for her in my head.

The lake came into view, and my joy knew no bounds. Imagine bragging that I beat the Alpha in a race?

Our paw tapped the water and we turned back to sprint. Aira gave his wolf a smirk as she passed him running back to the starting line.

She pushed faster and just as we were about to get there with him gaining on us, we tripped.

Damnit.

Aira fell to the side as I felt the pain in her paw.

We grazed a sharp rock. Zayn and his wolf whizzed past us and reached the finish line, and then he disappeared into the back of the trees to change.

We trudged to our part and then stepped out when I was human again and fully clothed.

He was standing victoriously with his hands folded in front of him and a stupid smirk on his face.

“Well, would you look at that? All bark and no bite.”

“I fell.”

“All I hear are excuses. I won so you'd have to do what I tell you.”

I just huffed and rolled my eyes, defeated.

“What do you want?”

“Be my slave.”