Another problem.

Isabella's POV.

Connor led me to my room, into the waiting arms of my mother.

The moment I saw the woman, I burst into a fresh round of tears. The older woman or Connor didn't say anything. They just waited while I wailed like a fallen elephant. When the water no longer dropped, I sniffed and moved away from my mother.

"My poor baby." She said, patting my hands.

I looked at Connor and gave him a small smile to show my appreciation. He nodded slightly, his sandy hair falling forward from the gesture.

He was a handsome man, I had to admit. Between him and Darius, I couldn't tell who was more handsome.

"Mum, I'm tired," I let out slowly.

"Let's leave her to get some rest. It's been a long day for her, after all," Connor told my mother.

I watched as the two of them made their way out of my room. One tall, well-built young man and the other, petite, well-rounded woman.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I moved to the mirror to see if I was truly ugly as Darius had claimed.

I saw my silver hair first. It was wet and mixed with green from when I rolled around on the grass. The strands were tangled. My face was caked with dirt and had traces where my tears had dried up around. As for my build, I was tall and skinny like an unfed orphan - that was because I had to train along with Darius and Connor but still, I had to admit that I was indeed ugly, even in my own sight. My clothes were wet and heavy and dirty also.

All in all, my entire look was like someone that belonged in the asylum.

Little wonder I was rejected.

There was no way I would continue to stay in the pack and continue to be humiliated like Darius had warned me.

I left the mirror and quickly began to pack a few things with me. Some clothes, some money, and some food.

Thirty minutes later, I was done and already moving out of the packhouse. I disappeared into the woods, shivering as I got exposed to the rain once again. However, I didn't let that stop me. Or even the fact that I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do with my life. All I knew was, I needed to get away from the pack, even if it was only for a few days.

I moved deeper into the woods, watching as my steps made deep prints into the wet soil, only to be destroyed by the raindrops.

*Let me take charge, * Violet, my wolf, pleaded.

I knew she needed to release the tension of our humiliation as much as I wanted to. But if I let her take charge, I would lose my few supplies and I was afraid of being left alone, with nothing.

*We would lose our supply*, I told her.

*I need to be free.* She wailed in my head.

*I know*, I admitted to her.

I was about to say something else to her when a leave rustled behind me. I stopped walking and looked around me but I couldn't find anyone.

*Did you hear that, Violet?* I asked my wolf.

*Nope.* She growled, probably angry that I wasn't letting her get what she wanted.

I continued walking. Seconds later, the rustling sound came again. I became afraid instantly.

*I feel like somebody's watching me*, I panicked to Violet.

*Let me smell the wood.* She answered. I waited for her to do that. Even before she talked, I felt her fear. *There's a rogue around! And he is very horny!* She yelled in my head.

Damn!

I picked up my pace, jogging at first.

Suddenly, I turned the jogging into racing. The footsteps behind me picked up the race also, sounding more and more nearer each time I tried to place more distance between us. My heart thudded in my chest and tears began to fall from my eyes once again.

Dear moon goddess, please save me from another disaster, I cried as I continued to run. I just wanted to stay away from my home for a few days.

I stepped on a fig as I ran. Pain surged into my brain to tell me I just sustained an injury but I still didn't stop. I jumped over a fallen tree and barely managed to cut around a branch of a tree in front of me. In all of this, the rogue still chased behind me.

I rushed a glance at him and saw that he was staggering as he ran. I could tell that his adrenaline was from the liquor he must have baptized himself in.

Heavens, please save me from this grief of a nightmare, I sent a silent prayer up.

My legs were growing lazy and I was running out of breath. If it wasn't for my years of training, I feel like I would have collapsed already.

*Violet, take over!* I screamed.

I didn't stop running even when I felt my arms changing from human skin to fur. By the time my upper body was transformed, I was already exhausted.

Just as my lower body began its transformation, the rogue caught up with me and jumped at me. I fell to the ground and his body pinned me down.

No, no, no.

I clawed at him with my wolf claws but that had little to no effect on him.

He took control of my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his hands. He put my lower body down with his body. His other hand began to unzip my trousers.

I tried to dislodge him but he wouldn't budge. He was a rogue but somehow, his power was that of either an alpha or a beta, the only two forces that could overcome my gamma blood.

"Please, don't do this to me," I pleaded with him but it was too late.

I felt a sharp pain invade me between my thighs just before I lost consciousness.