I am Wolf

Prologue

From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was different. Don’t ask me how—I just did. It was in my blood, a silent pulse that thrummed beneath my skin, a dark whisper in my soul. I was Alpha. --- Bang, bang, bang. The pounding against the door is relentless, like the steady drip of water eroding a stone. I keep my eyes shut, pulling the ragged blanket over my head, trying to block out the noise, the world, the constant reminder that I’m a fucking outcast. But the banging only grows louder, more insistent, like the universe won’t rest until I’m reminded of just how unwanted I am. Three knocks, a pause. Three more, and then nothing. A growl rumbles in my chest, raw and unfiltered, a beast waking beneath my skin. I want to tell the bastard outside to go fuck himself, but what’s the point? I know what he wants. They all want the same thing: to remind me that I’m less than nothing. A rogue. Less than dog shit in their polished, pristine world. I suppose I might have belonged to one ...