The road to happiness isn't always easy.

Looking back I'm unsure how I've survived everything that's been thrown my way. I had the worst start in life and for a while there my mate bond wasn't much better.

But now? Vengeance is mine. Love is mine and goddess that man loves every inch of me. I blushed still not believing how I've become so brazen, an actual hoe for my mate.. Maybe slighty wild animal for him. I wouldn’t care less if anyone called me a fat slut. The answer is now hell yea I am. Have you seen my man!

Can you blame me? He loves me till my body shakes. Over and over again. I mean the man installed my own water jet in the shower, just so he can watch me climax without even touching me.

If my Alpha Father hadn't gone berserk after the war, would I have even met him? Maybe the moon goddess would have chosen someone else for me. But as I sit on the outskirts of my old pack I realise that to get to him I had to walk through all of it. I'd do it again if I made it to him. But now?

It's time to collect my last act of vengeance against those who held me.

Epilogue The war.

Sixteen years ago the supernatural communities came to a head, the wolves and the vampires had fought ferociously for weeks. Neither gaining much traction on the other. There had been significant casualties on both the vampires original line and the wolves original Alpha families.

The tipping point had been the killing of the souths original Alphas only son. He had kept the wolves at bay and under control for centuries, within his territory.

The killing of his heir had changed that and set of a chain of events that led to both populations being obliterated. He simply lost control to the beast, the wolf broke free and there were punishments delivered. The loss of control of ones wolf is horrific enough when its a lower level pack wolf. But the head of the whole of the south? The one who draws power from them all. It was beautiful and utterly horrific all at the same time. He drew in the power and he killed every vamp he saw. Nothing stood in his way, when he finally made it to the seethe and the mistress who ruled them something unexpected happened. She kneeled before the beast he had become.

“I did not kill him mon ami, please my children!” her broken English, the shaking and the fear that permitted the air gave him pause. The alpha came back just for a second but they say it was clear. He didn’t utter a single word he just let the beat take over again and he was gone.

They say he’s dead, that the vampires followed him and cut his head of when he slept. But no one knows for sure. The wolves still alive say they can feel someone through their bonds. That someone still sits at the head of the wolves. They just don’t know who it is, they say it doesn’t feel like their alpha. But they feel them, just there. Just out of reach. The children make up stories of the alphas return, of him hiding with his family until the day he comes home to set them free. No one has seen the remaining child. Some can’t even remember what they were. Some say girl some say boy. Either way they were forgotten as the years moved on.

They cry for them when the moon is full and the day they lost their alpha returns, mournful howls to the moon for them to rise and take the place that is theirs alone. To stand as the head of the wolves.

Naomi

Not all life is precious

The sun had barely risen over the horizon and I was on my way to my place from the deep woodland that surrounded me. I had wood for my fire and water from the stream, maybe if I hunted tonight I wouldn’t have to enter the packs main grounds. I could hide another day away from the humiliation. The sun touched my back warming me gently, promising a lovely day. The wind swirled bringing the scent of three males all pack, all lower wolves. Two had hung back and one stood within my property line. I looked back over my shoulder, longing for the fleeting feeling of calm that had now been shattered. I couldn’t run they’d hunt me down and make it even worse when they did catch me. So I stepped onto my miserable excuse of a lawn accepting my fate yet again.

I was shoved down into the mud again. Dragged up by my hair so his face was inches away from mine.

“You fat fucking whore!” his spit flew into my face as he seethed in hatred at my very presence.

“I will never accept you, no matter what my dad says I have to do.” He threw my head down, turned on his heal stomping away and leaving me in the mud just inside the treeline. I stayed there for ages looking up at the trees and contemplating how I ever got into this mess. Why me? I asked that of the moon mother so much, she never replies.

That wolf was the last of the lowest pack members who had not found a mate on their trip to other packs. Our third in command Karen has it out for me, and she relished in making the lower level wolves reject me. On and on every time they didn’t find a mate, they were sent my way as some sort of punishment and sick joke all at once.

If you don’t find a mate naturally you’ll be made to accept the fat outcast, she's been run through by everyone. The slut. The irony was I’ve never even gotten to second base with any of them. But they all lied and said they had done awful things to my body, they made it into a sort of rite of passage. They had to abuse the fatty and the next trip they took, they’d find their mate as the moon mother takes pity on them for having to be with me.

So I became the mega whore. One so full of slut that I transformed into the ultimate slut. Sometimes humour is my only option to stay sane.

Over weight werewolves do not exist, we burn through to many calories to be ‘fat’ but somehow I did exist. When everyone around you is stick thin, a few curves becomes obese. I’d tried everything, I didn’t eat for a month and I did little more than piss of my ever elusive wolf. They said she hasn’t come yet cause I starved myself or the latest one is that I’m to fat, or to much of a mega whore. Either way I was without protection, I couldn’t fight them of when they came for their right of passage. I didn’t have my wolf to get me through the pain.

I prayed for a moment of peace, maybe if I tied boulders to my feet I’d actually manage to sink into the ocean and kill myself. I was nearly 18 and I’d already failed three times. Someone obviously didn’t want me to die.

I just wish I knew why.