All Chapters of The Rise Of Talullah: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

For seventeen years, my existence in the Lightmaw pack was defined by a single, crushing word: omega. I was not just the bottom of the pack hierarchy; I was the dirt beneath their paws. I was the unshifted outcast, the overweight and overlooked girl who was only ever noticed when someone needed a target for their cruelty. Every day was an exhausting exercise in making myself as small as possible, hiding beneath baggy clothes and avoiding the judgmental glares of wolves who deemed me a genetic failure.They thought they had finally broken me entirely on the night of the school prom. For one brief, foolish afternoon, I had allowed myself to hope. When the Beta heir, the golden boy of the football team, asked me to be his date, my adoptive mother had been so thrilled. We spent hours shopping, pinning up my hair, and trying to make the clumsy omega look like she belonged. But it was all an elaborate, vicious trap – a cruel game they called 'pigs to prom'. Standing in the centre of that gl

The fluorescent lights of the school corridor did absolutely no favours for my complexion. I kept my head down, letting my stringy, dark hair fall forward like a curtain as I hurried towards my locker.At Lightmaw Academy, being invisible was the ultimate goal, but it was a goal I consistently failed to achieve. It is incredibly difficult to blend in when you are the heaviest girl in your year, especially in a pack where everyone else seems to naturally possess the sleek, muscular build of a predator. At seventeen, I was still completely unshifted. My wolf was utterly silent, leaving me trapped in a soft, clumsy human body that felt more like a prison than a home.I fumbled with the dial on my locker, my oversized jumper swallowing my hands. A group of girls from the cheer squad walked past, their laughter – sharp and glittering like broken glass – echoing off the metal doors. One of them deliberately bumped my shoulder, sending my maths textbook clattering to the linoleum floor."Wat

Gemini saidThe walk home was a blur of freezing wind and blinding tears. I didn't care that the hem of the expensive emerald gown was dragging through the mud, or that my bare arms were covered in goosebumps. I just needed to disappear.I managed to slip through the back door and creep up the stairs without alerting Mum or Dad. The moment my bedroom door clicked shut, the last threads of my composure snapped. I tore the dress off, the fabric ripping as I hauled it over my head, and threw it into the darkest corner of the room. I dragged on my baggiest pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie, desperate to hide the body that had just been paraded as the pack's ultimate punchline.The walls of my room felt like they were shrinking, suffocating me with the memory of their laughter. I needed air.I dragged my desk chair over to the window, unlatched the skylight, and hauled myself out onto the sloping slate roof. The night air was biting, a harsh shock against my tear-stained cheeks, but

TaylonThe harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor – buzzing relentlessly overhead – did nothing to warm the sterile air. I sat on the hard plastic chair outside the intensive care unit, staring blankly at the scuffed linoleum floor.The ambulance ride had been a blur of flashing blue lights and the frantic, shouting voices of the paramedics. Now, the silence was suffocating. The lead doctor, a grim-faced wolf with greying hair, had just delivered the final blow. My father’s heart was failing. His wolf was too weak to heal the damage. He did not have long left – perhaps hours, perhaps a day.I buried my face in my hands, the weight of the Onyxclaw pack pressing down on my shoulders like a physical burden. I was seventeen. I was supposed to have more time to learn, to prepare, to have my father by my side. But his final command echoed in my ears, louder than the incessant beeping of the life support machines through the wall.You must find your sister.I pushed myself up from

The word hung in the sterile air, heavy and suffocating. Adopted.I stared at Mum – at Zoriya – the woman who had brushed my hair, dried my tears, and held my hand through seventeen years of relentless torment. The betrayal sliced through my chest, sharp and agonizing, yet simultaneously, an eerie sense of clarity washed over me. It all made terrifying sense. The reason I had never fit in, the reason my wolf had remained dormant for so long, the reason the Lightmaw pack had instinctively rejected my scent as an outsider.I wasn't a defective Lightmaw omega. I was something else entirely."Seventeen years," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of heartbreak and newly awakened fury. "You watched them break me every single day, and you never thought to tell me I wasn't even one of them?""We wanted to protect you!" Zoriya sobbed, reaching for my hand, but I flinched away. The sudden movement felt incredibly fast, Laurel’s reflexes already bleeding into my human form.Before Zor