I didn’t have all the answers, but I had a glimmer of hope, and that would have to be enough. I took one last look at the trees around me, the silent witnesses to my pain, before turning back toward the pack’s territory. I walked slowly, each step measured, trying to hold onto that tiny spark of resilience. By the time I reached the outskirts of the village, the first light of dawn was breaking through the horizon, casting a soft, pink hue over everything.
I hadn’t been missed. No one had come looking for me, but that wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t the first time I had wandered off, and everyone knew that the “wolfless warrior,” as they mockingly called me, wasn’t exactly a threat to herself or anyone else. I was just the sad girl with no wolf, the one they pitied more than they respected. I slipped into the small, rundown cabin I called home, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before the day officially started. My bed creaked as I lay down, the mattress lumpy and uncomfortable, but it was mine. I pulled the thin blanket over myself and closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories of the night. But sleep didn’t come easily. My mind kept replaying Marcus’s rejection, the sneers of the pack, and the crushing weight of my own inadequacy. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I drifted off into a restless slumber. The next morning, I woke to the sound of voices outside. It was still early, but the pack was already up and about, preparing for whatever tasks needed to be done that day. I dressed quickly, pulling on the same worn clothes I always wore—a plain shirt and pants that had seen better days. As I stepped outside, the cool morning air hit me, refreshing and crisp, though it did little to chase away the heaviness that still lingered in my chest. I didn’t have a particular destination in mind, so I wandered aimlessly through the village, trying to avoid the places where I knew the others would be. I wasn’t in the mood to face their stares or endure their whispers. But, as fate would have it, I couldn’t avoid them for long. I was walking along the dirt path that led to the training grounds when a group of young warriors passed by. They were laughing and joking, their spirits high as they made their way toward their morning drills. I recognized them—Lukas, Darren, and a few others, all future leaders of the pack, all strong and confident in their abilities. Unlike me. As they approached, I kept my eyes on the ground, hoping they would just walk past. But of course, they didn’t. Lukas, the ringleader of their little group, slowed his pace and glanced at me with that infuriating smirk he always wore. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and everything a young wolf should be. His blond hair was tousled in a way that looked effortlessly cool, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief—mischief that was usually at my expense. “Hey, look who it is,” Lukas said loudly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The wolfless wonder. Out for a morning stroll, Emily?” I ignored him and kept walking, but he wasn’t done. He stepped into my path, blocking my way, and the others quickly gathered around, forming a loose circle that I couldn’t easily escape from. “What’s the matter?” Lukas continued, tilting his head in mock concern. “Not going to say good morning? That’s not very polite.” I met his gaze, trying to keep my expression neutral, but I could see the challenge in his eyes. He wanted a reaction. He lived for it. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I’d learned that much, at least. I shifted to the side, trying to move past him, but Lukas held out his arm, a cup of water in hand. The movement was so fast, I barely registered it before the water was sloshing over the rim, splashing onto my shirt. “Oops,” he said with a faux gasp, his eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. “My bad. I didn’t mean to do that. Must be hard being you, huh? No wolf to protect you, no strength, no power. What’s going to happen to you now, huh, Emily? What’s the ‘wolfless warrior’ going to do?” The others Laughed, and I felt my cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment, but I held my tongue. I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not today. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” Darren chimed in, grinning as he leaned closer. “Oh, wait. Not even a cat would want you, right? Too weak, too useless. What do you even do all day, Emily? Hide in your little shack and cry about how you’ll never be like us?” The taunts hit their mark, each one a reminder of everything I lacked. But I refused to let them see how much it hurt. I kept my expression blank, my body tense as I waited for them to get bored and move on. It was a routine I had perfected over the years—endure the mockery, don’t react, and eventually, they’ll leave. But Lukas wasn’t quite done. He took a step closer, towering over me, his voice dropping to a low, threatening tone. “You think you’re better than us because you keep your mouth shut? Is that it? You think we don’t see the way you look at us, with those sad little eyes? We’re the future of this pack, Emily. We’re the ones who will lead, who will protect. And you? You’ll always be nothing. No wolf, no mate, no purpose. Just a sad little orphan.” His words were like daggers, each one piercing deeper than the last. But I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. Showing weakness would only make it worse. So, I stood there, silent, as the laughter of the group surrounded me, mocking, cruel, and relentless. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lukas shrugged and stepped back. “Come on, guys. Let’s go. We’ve got better things to do than waste our time with someone who’s never going to matter.” And just like that, they were gone, their laughter fading as they walked away, leaving me standing alone on the path, water dripping from my clothes and shame burning in my chest. I watched them go, a mix of anger and sorrow churning inside me, but still, I didn’t cry. Not here. Not where they could see. Instead, I took a deep breath, wiped the remaining water from my face, and continued walking. There was nothing I could do about them. Nothing I could say or prove that would change their minds. So I had to focus on what I could control—myself, my actions, my determination to keep moving forward, even when it felt like the whole world was against me. --- After the encounter with Lukas and his gang, I made my way back to the village, my clothes still damp, but my resolve hardening with each step. There was no time to dwell on their cruel words or the sting of their laughter. The day was just beginning, and as much as I wanted to hide away, I had responsibilities to attend to—chores that, more often than not, made me feel more like a servant than a member of the pack. For as long as I could remember, I had been the one tasked with the most menial jobs around the village. It started as soon as I was old enough to carry a bucket or sweep a floor. The other kids had been given real responsibilities—training, hunting, learning the skills that would one day make them valuable members of the pack. But me? I was given tasks that no one else wanted to do. It was one of the many unspoken rules of the pack: those who didn’t contribute weren’t worth protecting. And without a wolf, I was already at a disadvantage. So, I worked hard, every day, to prove that I could still be of use, even if it meant doing the jobs that no one else wanted. I reached the communal kitchen, where breakfast was already being prepared for the rest of the pack. The scent of cooking meat filled the air, making my stomach growl, but I knew better than to help myself before the others had eaten. Instead, I went to the side door, where a large pile of dirty dishes awaited me. No one was around to see, but I could imagine the looks I would get if I hesitated—disgust, pity, or worse, indifference. With a sigh, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, scrubbing each plate and pot with practiced efficiency. The task was monotonous, but at least it allowed my mind to wander. As I worked, I tried not to think about Lukas and his friends, or about the fact that while they were out training, I was stuck here, doing chores that felt more like punishment than a contribution.When the dishes were finally clean, I moved on to the next task—sweeping the floors, cleaning the windows, hauling sacks of flour from the storage shed to the kitchen. Each job was physically demanding, but I pushed through the fatigue, determined to finish before the midday meal. The other pack members passed by occasionally, some of them nodding in acknowledgment, others ignoring me entirely. They were used to seeing me like this, dirty and tired, doing the work that no one else wanted to do. To them, I was just a fixture in the background, someone who existed to make their lives easier. By the time the sun was high in the sky, I had finished my chores in the kitchen and moved on to the next part of my daily routine: cleaning the training grounds. The area was deserted now that the warriors had gone off to patrol, leaving behind a mess of discarded weapons, sweat-soaked towels, and the remnants of their morning workout. I gathered up the equipment, my muscles aching from the con
The finality in his words crushed the last bit of hope I had been clinging to. He wasn’t just rejecting me; he was casting me out, declaring that I had no place in the pack until I could prove otherwise. I felt the stares of the other pack members, some sympathetic, others indifferent, but none of them spoke up in my defense. No one ever did. Marcus turned away from me, addressing the pack with a commanding voice. "This is what happens when we tolerate weakness," he announced. "We cannot afford to carry dead weight. This pack is only as strong as its weakest member, and we will not be dragged down by those who cannot keep up." The crowd murmured in agreement, the mood shifting from excitement to a cold, hard determination. They were warriors, all of them, and I was just a reminder of what they couldn’t afford to be—weak, powerless, useless. As Marcus walked away, the crowd began to disperse, leaving me alone in the center of the hall, surrounded by the remnants of the ritual. Th
The early morning light filtered softly through the canvas walls of the tent, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. The fire had died down to embers, leaving a comforting warmth in the air. As I lay there, still wrapped in the blanket Mia had draped over me, I could feel the soreness in my body beginning to ease. But that sense of peace was short-lived when the flap of the tent rustled, and two figures stepped inside. My heart leapt into my throat as I recognized them instantly—Alpha Rollins and his Beta, Liam. I've heard about them of their bravery and handsomeness. Alpha Rollins was a tall, imposing man, his presence commanding the space as soon as he entered. His dark hair was cut short, accentuating the sharp lines of his face. His eyes, a piercing shade of icy blue, seemed to hold an intensity that could freeze you in place with just one look. He was dressed in a dark, tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders, and a pair of black pants that emphasized his
For a moment, there was silence again, broken only by the faint crackle of the remaining embers in the fire. Then Alpha Rollins straightened, his expression hardening slightly. “Your situation is... complicated,” he said finally. “But you’re in our territory now, and that makes you our responsibility, at least for the time being. We’ll discuss what to do next, but for now, you need to rest and recover.” I blinked, surprised by his words. I had expected to be sent away, or worse, to face punishment for trespassing. But instead, he was offering me... safety? It was more than I had hoped for, and I could hardly believe it. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. Alpha Rollins gave a curt nod. “Liam will check in on you later. If you need anything, tell him.” Liam nodded as well, his expression a little softer now. “Get some rest, Emily. We’ll take care of things for now” as they walked out of the tent. (Author's POV) The tent was quiet now, the only sound the s
(Author's POV) “Emily, over here,” Liam called, his tone friendly and reassuring. she made her way over to them, feeling a little self-conscious under the scrutiny but doing her best to keep her composure. When she reached them, alpha rollins turned his attention to her, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “Emily, i trust you’re feeling better this morning?” “Yes, Alpha. thank you for your hospitality,” she replied, her voice steady even though her nerves were fraying at the edges. Rollins nodded, his piercing gaze seeming to take in every detail of her. “you’ll find we take care of our own here. you’ve been through a lot, but you’re safe now.” Emily nodded, grateful for his reassurance. “i appreciate that.” Rollins gestured for her to sit, and as she did, she noticed the other pack members at the table. they were all watching her, not with suspicion, but with genuine curiosity. most of them looked to be in their early twenties, though there were a few older members as
(Author's POV) Rollins sighed deeply, his gaze returning to the elders. “If this is what the pack needs, then I will accept the decision,” he said, though there was a tightness in his chest as he spoke the words. “But know this—I will always act in the best interest of the pack. I expect Cassandra to do the same.” Cassandra inclined her head, her expression unwavering. “You have my word, Alpha. I will fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities.” The elders nodded in approval, satisfied with the outcome. “Then it is settled,” the elder who had spoken first said. “Cassandra will assume her role as Luna, and preparations for the ceremony will begin.” Rollins gave a curt nod, though his thoughts were far from settled. The meeting concluded, and the elders began discussing the details of the upcoming ceremony. Cassandra stepped closer to Rollins, her voice dropping to a more personal tone. “I know this isn’t easy for you,” she said quietly, her eyes searching his. “But I hope,
(Emily's POV) As the sun began to set, the pack gathered in the large open courtyard where the Luna Ceremony was to take place. The courtyard, bordered by tall trees, was beautifully decorated with garlands of flowers and glowing lanterns. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of pine and fresh earth. Tonight was a night of celebration, a night where Alpha Rollins would formally acknowledge Cassandra as his Luna. I was given a simple but elegant dress for the ceremony, made of deep green silk that shimmered slightly in the fading light. The color was chosen to represent the pack’s connection to the forest and the earth, and as I slipped into the dress, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging, despite everything. I joined the crowd, careful to keep to the edges, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The pack members were dressed in their finest, the men in tailored suits, and the women in flowing gowns. Everyone was talking in hushed ton
(Emily's POV) The celebration was in full swing, with the sounds of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filling the air. I stood on the outskirts, watching the pack members as they danced and mingled, feeling like an outsider in the midst of it all. My thoughts were elsewhere, lost in the swirl of confusion that had become my constant companion since arriving here. “Emily,” a voice called softly, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Liam approaching, his expression warm but tinged with concern. He moved with the easy grace of someone who was used to commanding attention, yet there was something gentle in his demeanor that set him apart from the others. His eyes, a soft shade of brown, were kind as they met mine. “Liam,” I greeted him, managing a small smile. “Enjoying the celebration?” He gave a half-smile, glancing over at the lively crowd before returning his gaze to me. “I suppose so. It’s a big night for the pack.” I nodded, though I couldn’t quite share in hi