Chapter 1

Welcome, dear readers.

Let us begin the tale of Diya McClain, our brown skinned gentle she wolf. 

Being Diya McClain was not hard.

As an only child who lives with her abusive father, she certainly had time to herself. 

He blamed Diya for her mother's death.

She had saved Diya's life and Diya had lost her voice for weeks after her death.

When she regained her voice, she decided to become a selective mute.

Only because she knew that if she spoke, she would not be heard. 

 And then, there was the great war that had happened among werewolves, vampires and mundanes (humans).

The mundanes captured all pregnant werewolves and injected them with a special substance with the aim of killing off the young ones.

Some died but others survived with different defects and disabilities.

The humans also poisoned the vampires who also lost the power to read minds.

Diya's mother was pregnant with her at the time of the war. By the time the war was over, Diya had been born a very quiet girl. 

Add that to her mother's death and years of abuse and our little shewolf had trisfully shut herself out and kept her mouth close. 

If someone was there to care for her, she would break down and talk.

She had told the same thing to everyone who asked about the accident.

Diya told them she remembered nothing.

She lied.

Ofcourse she remembered it like it was yesterday.

She was fifteen when it happened.

Now at the age of twenty one, she did menial jobs to get by everyday.

She cleaned people's houses, lawns, watered the gardens, helped people go on errands.

No, Diya was not an omega.

Her father was a member of the pack who does no work. He told Diya he had lost the will to live after his mate died.

So Diya began to cater for him immediately after her mom died. He stayed at home all day and slept. When he wasn't sleeping, he was drunk.

It was a rare and hard thing for werewolves to get drunk but her father made it possible. 

He'd drink carton after carton of alcoholic drinks then the next day, Diya would clean up his vomit.

Because she was mute, she couldn't get work sometimes.

It's either people don't understand the sign language or just don't want her because they think she won't do the job  well.

Whenever Diya couldn't bring money home, her father would hit her.

No one knew about this except her best friend, Poppy Winters.

Poppy had threatened to report to the alpha but Diya would beg her everytime not to as she thought she understood that her father's pain was making him act like that.

The last conversation about this matter had made poppy yell at Diya.

"Shut up Diya, losing his mate doesn't give him the right to treat you like that!".

Poppy was an only child too but her mother died after giving birth to her, her father died before she was born.

She lived with her only relative, her grandmother. A sweet old woman with no mate or children.

Everyone calls her Abuela.

Poppy's father was Abuela's only child.

The Starlight pack was filled with different and weird personalities.

Diya was known as the mute girl who killed her mother.

That's what her father had told them and they believed a 41 year old man over a 15 year old mute.

Well, Diya wanted to talk and prove herself but she realized it would be useless.

Whether Diya wanted to admit it or not, it was clear abuse made her a select mute.

According to her, People are ignorant.

They believe what they want to believe, what they wish to believe, what they choose to believe.

They all believed her clumsiness led to her mother's death.

She was cast out.

Not literally though.

When she couldn't get food, she'd go to Poppy's house. Poppy told her to move in with them but Diya refused.

Who will take care of her dad if she left?.

Whoever said being Diya wasn't hard?.

That's a lie. 

"Diya!. Where the fuck are you?".

Diya ran into the living room and ducked to avoid the incoming shoe. It missed her head and landed on the couch.

"Where is my food?!".

"If your mother was alive, she would have provided my food".

"Where is my dinner?".

Diya ran into the kitchen and quickly set up the table while ignoring the insults. Her father was murmuring to himself and she knew he was about to sleep soon.

"Stupid bitch".

"Killed my mate".

"Destroyed my life".

"useless thing".

After leaving his food close to him, Diya went to her basement.

Yes, she lived in the basement and It was not very fancy.

A dark basement crawling with insects couldn't exactly be called fancy.

Somehow, Diya's wolf, River was mute too.

She spoke only to Diya who could feel her emotions but she has never spoken to other wolves.

It was like Diya and her wolf isolated themselves from the world.

The question was how long was this going to go on?.

River wouldn't keep quiet about finding her mate.

Diya couldn't help but hope her mate would love her. 

Our mate won't condemn us, River had said to her.

Diya waited until her father fell asleep then she cleaned the living room and went to poppy's house.

"Diya tesoro!".

"Hi Abuela", Diya signed at her and kissed her cheek as she walked into the house.

"How are you darling?".

"I'm fine Abuela and you?".

"My back is killing me and my legs hurt", she signed back with a small laugh.

Diya laughed with her.

"Didn't poppy give you a massage?".

"She did but these bones are just too stubborn".

"D!", Poppy yelled.

"Hey Pops, how are you?".

"Fine. Abuela, i got your fruits", Poppy said to her grandmother.

"Thank you novio", Abuela replied.

"Diya?".

"Yes Abuela?".

"What's wrong with your arm?", Abuela squinted her eyes as she asked Diya.

"It's nothing", Diya smiled and pulled her sleeve lower.

"Tell me dear".

"I only fell and scraped it".

Abuela didn't look like she believed Diya but she let it go.

"If It's alright with you Abuela, i would like to stay the night".

"Yes, you can tesoro".

Poppy stared at Diya but said nothing.

Diya gave her the 'drop it' look and poppy looked away.

Knowing poppy, Diya was absolutely sure Poppy won't drop it.

Diya sighed.

She knew she was in for a long night.