EIGHT YEARS LATER.

Someone covered my mouth and dragged me away from there and pulled me to my room and closed the door behind him.

I turned and saw Carmine glaring at me as if I was some kind of monster.

‘What the hell are you doing there, peeping into someone else’s room? Are you nuts?’

Carmine hardly gets angry when he is with me, he adores me. What happened now?

“I…I didn’t know. The door was opened and…”

He hustled me as I fell to the ground.

“Shut your filthy mouth, Oceana, I don’t want to see you close to Gérard again, you have no right to invade his privacy.”

“But I didn’t intentionally go meet him.” I defended myself.

“I don’t give a fuck. The next time I see you do that sort of thing again, I will deal with you. You useless thing that can’t control her powers, fool,” he walked out on me and slammed the door so hard.

What was that? Why was he mad at me? I just wanted to go see him. I didn’t know I would see such an incident in his room?

He…he called me useless.

Carmine called me a fool who couldn’t control her powers.

Was this the reason my parents forbid me from entering a boy’s room, saying it was disrespectful and an invasion of privacy?

No one told me it was that serious.

I burst into tears.

The next day, they were gone, and I never saw them again.

Did they leave because of me? Was I that bad of a sister for them to leave without informing me again?

I must have been such a disaster, a disgrace to them.

I can’t even control my wolf’s powers. I’m useless and a fool like Carmine claimed I was and cried so bitterly on that day that I believe my tears could fill a bucket.

I pleaded with my parents to beg them to come back, but they turned deaf ears to me.

That day, they both changed me to the worse, I received no calls from them nor text messages.

Whenever I ask my parents, it was one lie, excuses or the other, so I gave up on checking them, since they never cared about me.

One thing was for sure, I was going to prove my worth to them.

I began training harder and harder, attacking my coach with my claws, dodging as my long hair waved sideways with the wind and the reflection of the sun on it.

I growled and attacked from each angle at my coach, who kicked me heavily on my legs as I fell on the sand.

“You still have a lot to learn, Oceana Daciana.

“Fuck you.’ I uttered.

I smirked, somersaulted and kicked him in the face.

My red claws grew out of my fingers and gripped him in the neck, snickering as he struggled.

“Did you just tell an eighteen-year-old Alpha that she still has a lot to learn?’ I laughed and threw him to the ground.

People in the clan praised and clapped happily for me.

“How was that, my Alpha Coach?’ I grinned with pride.

My name is Oceana Daciana. I’m eighteen years old and I’m from the Mackenzie Clan, the princess of the realms.

I lost my will to live after Gérard, and Carmine disappeared.

I lost control of my powers, and everything became a mess as I grew up.

I disliked everything around me because I could hear my wolf’s voice, but I couldn’t shift into my wolf’s form like the others.

Jessie was ten times better than me, even though she was a beta.

Werewolves’ transition comes at a young age.

It is usually painful, meaning that our bodies are sophisticated enough and can take what’s coming through us to accept our form.

The transformation is usually intolerable, ripping through every corner of the body.

Bones will painfully crack, twist and turn to adapt to the morphology of a wolf.

The eyes glow yellow as it widens; the skin changes into furs, and the ears get bigger and pointed than usual.

The shifter can hear whatever people say from metres away.

And can also hear and feel anyone’s heartbeat, their multiple voices, making it more painful to withstand.

The shifter’s rage increased.

Teeth transform into fangs. Their hands and feet turn into paws and the hands turn into claws.

The tails bud out from behind.

The nose pushes out like a beak and the colour of its fur changes depending on the wolf’s abilities and the transformation into its werewolf form.

They locked the shifters in the dark and chained them to the wall to protect the clan.

If the shifter isn’t vital enough to withstand the pain, that shifter could lose his powers or go out of control and attack anyone that comes in their way.

Because at that stage, they don’t recognise anyone or even their families. Locking first-time shifters in a room,

Or worse, causing them to die if they can’t take the pain is a consequence.

That’s why, before that time comes, they train so hard both mentally and physically, so they could be able to withstand the pain and survive, which usually happens on the full moon. After experiencing the transition, the shifter will be free as a bird and could change to its form whenever he/she feels like shifting, involving our emotions as well.

I turned thirteen.

When my first adaptation came as a surprise to me and my pack was stunned that I became a full-fledged wolf at last, despite badmouthing me.

I craved so much to inform my brothers, but they were nowhere to be found.

It was so amazing.

My parents were happy for me when I conquered the pain and came out of the room successfully.

I was so different from the rest of the clan. I could see my body, my wolf swelling with the powers of the realm shifting into my white wolf form.

I’m no more a bullied, pathetic weakling but a powerful Alpha who can rip your eyes out with just a single touch.

“Job, well done, Mrs Alpha Oceana.” He smiled proudly at me.

“Stop it, Andrew, drop the formalities.’ I half-laughed, dusting the sand off my skin.

I was getting shy about his words and how nice he was.

“But you are as dazzling as ever. No one can compare to your beauty. No wonder every Alpha wants to be your mate and your husband.”

“Well, unfortunately, they are fucking not my mate and will never be my husband.” I spoke and sneezed.

‘`Yes, and you are so strong, determined, and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to be with the daughter of the five clans, my lady?’

He was a man with good words. Why does he flatter me so much? I don’t need it.

I laughed. “Stop it, you flatter me too much.”