Chapter One

Chapter One

Six years later

It has been six years since I left my pack, considering myself a rogue moving from city to city. I have avoided the woods and other packs to prevent exposure or capture. Five years ago, I expected to have improved my situation, but that did not occur. Upon leaving the pack at seventeen, I anticipated overcoming my addiction, but the impact of my family was more severe than anticipated. Despite turning eighteen and gaining my wolf, I have not received the necessary help, and now, at almost twenty-three, I still struggle with addiction.

My wolf, Samarah, has attempted to assist me, although she was not present during the abuse. She senses my ongoing distress. During our first shift, old scars reopened and healed fractures rebroken as our body transformed. Samarah is an impressive wolf, larger than the average she-wolf, with white fur and a black streak down her back, contrasting with my black hair. She has one gold eye and one blue eye, reflecting her wolf's eye and my blue eyes. Despite her beauty, the drugs and alcohol I consume negatively affect her. I wish I could seek the help I need to stop this harmful behavior, but it is challenging to conceal my true identity in an urban environment.

Hiding my identity as a wolf has become increasingly challenging. Although situated in an urban environment, there are additional wolves who integrate seamlessly into society, including professionals and individuals pursuing new beginnings. None appear as troubled as I am, but they exist, and it is crucial that I remain undiscovered. Fortunately, I met Oakley.

Oakley is a wizard who lost his way. He comes from a long lineage of powerful witches and warlocks and is of Spanish descent, having moved here from Spain. With black hair and green eyes, Oakley is quite tall at 6'2" and has a muscular build, which might lead one to mistake him for a wolf. Oakley's difficulties stem from associating with the wrong crowd, leading to undesirable actions with his magic, resulting in his expulsion from his convent. Consequently, he ended up homeless and involved in drugs. Oakley is more of an acquaintance but has always helped when needed. Recently, I sought his assistance to create a masking spray as my scent was becoming more noticeable to other wolves. Though Oakley knows something significant has happened to me, I have not shared my story with him, and I prefer to keep that part of my life private.

I have often wondered how different my life would be if circumstances had been different. I might have completed my education, possibly attended college, found a partner, fallen deeply in love, and started a family. However, being the daughter of the alpha did not bring the benefits I anticipated. My father, the alpha of my former pack, had an affair with one of his housekeepers, my mother. Despite having the alpha's bloodline, my mother was merely an omega. I lived with my mother until her passing when I was three years old. Subsequently, I was compelled to live with my father, which led to his chosen mate, the luna, discovering the affair. It is believed by some that my mother was my father's fated mate, but he did not wish to have an omega as his luna, thus he exploited her. Consequently, I was born, yet being the firstborn with alpha heritage was not as expected. My father was a regular presence in my life during my childhood. He supported my mother and visited frequently, especially when my mother became ill, until she passed away. While my father was unaware of the abuse occurring in private, I was forced to remain silent under threat of harsher punishments. The beatings only increased and when my twin brothers were born and became of age the beatings were the worst, they’d ever been my brothers may have been younger by a couple of years, but they were way bigger than me. We were close growing up until they took after their mothers evilness. Then the rape happened it was the night of my seventeenth birthday I was in my makeshift room in the storage room I never got any gifts or had any parties, so I had just wanted to go to bed after I was made to cook and clean the entire house. That’s when they entered my room, my stepmothers guards, and when they rushed in all, I could do is silently lay there and sob as they each took turns holding me down and having their way with me while listening to that wretched woman on the other side of the door just cackling away. That’s the night I decided to leave, the night I finally said enough is enough. The night that finally crushed the last little bit of my soul that I had left.

I had friends, pack members that cared about me, pack members that tried to help me when they could see I was starting to spiral out of control. They all knew something terrible was happening to me but could never get the proof they needed to go to my father properly, some tired without the proof and were punished by my stepmother for making such horrible allegations against her. That’s when I noticed the change in the pack, they no longer tried to help, they shied aways from me and when they’d look at me, I could see the look of pity and pain in their eyes. They all knew but were no longer able to help and after that night I knew I would be better off on my own.