Skyler’s POV
From the early years of my life, I have been consistently taught about the significance of advocating for our fellow pack members and protecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it.
I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight.
Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notorious "Bitch Squad" on a daily basis. As my story unfolds, you will become acquainted with these individuals and the impact they have on my life.
As an omega with a fair complexion, I have faced the unfortunate reality of being perceived as weak by my pack, The Wild Rose Pack. Despite my parents holding the esteemed positions of Beta, our Alpha, Mason, is a formidable force in his shifted form, known as Daemon, a fierce black wolf.
Upon my arrival at the school, I head straight to the office to retrieve my class schedule for the upcoming academic year. Having attended the open house with my parents, I had already taken care of my locker and stocked it with extra clothing, so I was well-prepared for the start of the school year.
As I approached the office door, I gave it a light knock. The secretary's voice came from inside. “Please come in.” I stepped inside and made my way to her desk.
“Excuse me,” I said politely. “I was wondering if I could get a copy of my class schedule?” The secretary smiled and pulled up the schedule on her computer, printing out a copy for me.
How amazing! My day is jam-packed with interesting subjects, starting with government class and followed by history. After that, I get a well-deserved break for lunch before immersing myself in the world of algebra and creative writing. And to top it all off, I have a study hall at the end of the day. This study hall is like a sanctuary for me, providing the ideal chance to relax and unwind from the chaos and commotion of the day if I ever feel the need to.
As soon as I reach my locker, I'm forcefully pushed into it, my face taking the brunt of the impact. “Hey, watch where you're going, you freak!” one jock mocks, a sneer etched on his face.
“Maybe if you didn’t have your head so far up your ass. You wouldn't have run into me in the first place.” I say with a pissed off look.
“What did you just say to me, you freak?” he says angrily, approaching me, raising his fist.
“I said…” being cut off by a classroom door opening and a teacher looking at us.
“What's going on out here? You are supposed to be getting to class.” A teacher says, standing in their doorway.
“Nothing, just saying good morning to Skyler,” the jock says, smiling at the teacher as he elbows my shoulder, causing me to push against the lockers.
Once they depart, I promptly gather up all of my personal items and securely store them in my locker, with the exception of the necessary textbooks for my morning classes. Following that, I swiftly retrieve a spare set of clothing and hurriedly make my way to the restroom to change. Without a moment to spare, I efficiently pack the used garments into a bag and tuck it neatly inside my backpack before heading off to my government class.
As I enter the classroom, a sense of relief washes over me as the bell rings right on cue. To my surprise, I managed to arrive on time, avoiding the usual rush and panic. My eyes quickly scan the room, searching for an available seat, and I spot one at the back. With a sense of determination, I confidently make my way towards it, ready to start the day's lessons.
After I take my seat, I can't help but feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. It's not until I settle in that I realize they've all moved their desks away from mine, leaving a noticeable gap between us. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable, and I can't help but wonder what I've done to deserve such treatment. It's not until the teacher enters the room that I realize this is going to be a long and uncomfortable class.
“Good morning, class. I am professor Lincoln and I will be teaching you about the werewolf government this quarter.” He says while looking around the classroom.
“Does anyone care to explain why my desks are moved from their spots?” He asks with an eyebrow raised.
“Yes, professor. No one wants to sit by the freak. We might catch something.” “Bitch Squad,” leader Samantha says with a smirk.
“Well, since you are so kind to offer, Samantha. You and Skyler are partners for the rest of the quarter. Now go sit by your partner.” Professor Lincoln demands.
“But Sir!” she whines while looking at me with daggers in her eyes.
“Don’t you, Sir me! Now move!” He yells in frustration, running his hand through his hair.
“Does anyone else have any thoughts or feedback they'd like to share? Or should we move forward with introducing ourselves and distributing the syllabus for this quarter?”
In the absence of any response, he decides to change his course of action and retrieves the syllabus, ensuring that every individual receives a copy. Unfortunately, I find myself being the last person to receive it, and to my dismay, it is handed to me in a crumpled state, as if it had been rolled into a tight ball.
The weight of frustration settles heavily on my shoulders as I realize that Samantha will be my partner at school. I can already foresee the endless torment and misery that awaits me, and I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. It seems like fate has a twisted plan for me, and I can't escape the feeling of dread that lingers in the air.
We all rise from our seats, introducing ourselves individually. Before settling back down to review the syllabus and jot down important notes. As the bell signals the end of the class, I lean back and let out a sigh, patiently waiting for everyone to exit before I do.
Just as soon as the last student exits the room, I rise from my seat and effortlessly hoist my backpack onto my shoulder. I then proceed to exit the classroom and make my way towards my next destination, which happens to be history class. Yay, me because school doesn't suck enough. I have to go to a boring ass class that the teacher makes you want to sleep.
Skyler’s POV In the midst of my history class, I find myself observing the peculiar behavior of those around me, as if they deliberately avoid acknowledging my existence. It's as if I possess an invisible cloak that shields me from their attention. As the customary introductions take place and we receive the syllabus, the teacher's monotonous lecture fills the room. I can't help but question the significance of studying history, as its relevance eludes me entirely. In today's fast-paced and dynamic world, it is easy to dismiss the relevance and significance of the past. With our society constantly evolving and the rules and regulations constantly changing, it may seem unnecessary to dwell on what has already happened. However, as I indulge in the delicious rabbit and strawberries that my mom packed for me, I can't help but notice the immediate impact it has on my body. The nourishment from this meal awakens my senses, invigorates my muscles, and clears my mind, reminding me of the i
Skyler’s POV "Is there any chance you could call and ask the school to let me leave early? I'm feeling really overwhelmed and I just need to come home before I lose it. It's gotten to the point where some people in the pack are saying that someone like me, who is a half-breed, shouldn't even be a part of this pack anymore. It's really hurtful, and I think it's best if I just leave." I express my frustration and distress, hoping for some understanding and support. "Sorry, but you have to tough it out for the rest of the day; it's almost over. Remember, you're stronger than those people. Don't allow them to come out on top," Mom insists. As soon as my mom ends the call, I quickly spin around, only to collide head-on with the notorious "Bitch Squad." Talk about perfect timing, right? “Poor baby had to call her mommy boo hoo.” Samantha laughs in glee as they walk away. As I step into the creative writing class, a surge of excitement rushes through me because writing has always been
Mason’s POV As I wake up, I let out a sigh and glance at the clock, feeling a bit annoyed that it's already time to start the day. I slowly sit up and stretch my limbs, trying to shake off the grogginess and prepare myself mentally for what's to come. Once I feel a bit more awake, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to tackle my morning routine. This includes taking care of my personal hygiene and taking a nice, invigorating shower to wake me up fully. After completing my morning routine, a gentle tapping sound interrupts the silence. Without hesitation, my faithful beta, Cameron, bursts into the room, his countenance reflecting a serious demeanor. “Why the serious face this early in the morning?” I inquire with interest. “My daughter has informed me this morning that she is being bullied and harassed by students at school. And that the principle is worthless and blames her for everything.” Cameron says, frustration clear in his voice. “I'm perplexed as to why she ha
Mason’s POV "Gamma and Will, I kindly ask for your assistance in visiting the school and overseeing the activities of the principal. It is of utmost importance that we ensure the smooth operation of the institution," I express, making my way towards my desk and settling down in my chair. In an irritated tone, Will questions the reason for his presence. “What's the deal with me having to babysit the damn principal? What's happening at the school that requires my attention?” ‘See, he feels the same way. Why waste our valuable time and resources on that half-breed when there are stronger omegas that will make a better mate in our pack?’ Daemon retorts. “Cameron says his daughter is being bullied and harassed, and the principal is doing nothing about it and keeps blaming her.” I reply, looking over at Cameron as he nods in agreement. “Ill head over there after the meeting with Alpha Neo. He should be calling any minute now.” Will suggested. While I was occupied with a task, the
Neo’s POV “Hey, Alpha! A letter came for Beta Cameron's daughter today. The note on it says that the vampire queen sent it here so that Skyler will receive it and to keep it until Skyler shows up.” Royal says in confusion. “That's weird, not sure why mail for her would come here, unless the vampire queen knows something we don't. Ok, bring it to my office and I'll put it in a safe spot.” I reply back, confused. “Also, I just want to give you a heads-up. That we've got a call scheduled with The Wild Rose Pack in approximately twenty minutes.” my Beta Royal reminds me through our mind-link, ensuring I don't forget about it amidst the morning rush. “You know what's funny?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, Royal acts like we're clueless about what's happening in our daily lives and pack.” ‘We need to make sure that there is an out clause in case we need to break this alliance. I have a bad feeling about Mason's pack.’ Jax says nervously. ‘That's the strategy. Additionall
Neo’s POV “Oh shit, I really hope he doesn't notice the paperwork or bother to look at it until after the Tamsin moon. It's crucial that Skyler turns eighteen and discovers her soulmate by then,” Cameron anxiously expresses. “My pack is one phone call away, Cameron. We will not stand by and let anything happen to you or your family.” I told him firmly. “I will make sure that my border patrol is on alert in case you and your family need to run here for safety. Just keep me informed, please.” ‘Yes, we will protect them with our lives. They are family and no one messes with my family.’ Jax yells, pissed off. ‘Calm, Jax, we are there for them when they need us. Cameron will call me if he needs our help as soon as he gets the chance.’ I say reported. “Thanks for the heads-up. I need to get going to get some work done before Skyler gets home, and we start training. Besides, he is getting ready to head to The Naughty Hot Spot, so we won't see him the rest of the night,” He says, in a h
Skyler’s POV As I finished consuming the last drop of my second bag of blood, my father made his way down the staircase. In a swift motion, I gathered the empty blood bags and concealed them within a garbage bag, carefully tucking it away in my workout bag. Time was of the essence, as we had to hurry for our training session. "Feeling any better, sport?" Dad asks, tousling my hair with a grin. "DAD! What on earth possessed you to do that?" I grumble, my frustration evident as I desperately attempt to rectify the situation. While he stands there, amused, his laughter filling the room. "Let's do this!" I exclaim, leaping out of my seat as we make a beeline for the front door. Before going on our journey to Uncle Neo's pack lands, we take extra precautions to ensure the front door is firmly closed, prioritizing safety and practicality. Once we are comfortably settled inside the jeep, I waste no time in turning on the music, filling the air with the captivating melodies of timeless G
Skyler’s POV Following all the rigorous training and mental exertion to unleash my inner wolf, I found myself completely exhausted. I made the decision to recline on the earth and observe the vast expanse of the sky above. My father accompanied me, and we both lay there, absorbing the tranquility of the moment. It was a well-deserved respite before we returned home to share a meal with my mother. “Dad, I can't help but wonder why we haven't moved on from this group. It's disheartening to feel so isolated and unwanted, with no one to call a friend. The way I'm treated here is truly demoralizing, and it's taking a toll on my happiness. I long for a fresh start, where I can find genuine connections and be surrounded by people who appreciate and value me.” I sigh sadly while glancing at dad. “Living in our pack has provided us with a sense of security that we have not found anywhere else. You, my love, are one of a kind, and we cherish you more than anything. We know that your life ha