Skyler’s POV
"Skyler, come on, you don't want to be late for school," Mom's voice echoes urgently from downstairs, the sound of her hand hitting a metal object reverberating through the entire house. It's as if she's unaware of the discomfort it causes in both mine and dad's ears, or perhaps she intentionally does it to grab our attention. Either way, she knows how to make sure we're all aware of the time and the importance of being punctual for school."
"Mom, I'll be there in a minute!" I shout in response, dragging myself out of bed and making my way towards the closet with a slight groan. My tired eyes scan through the clothes hanging in my wardrobe until they settle on a pair of soft black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt. Opting for comfort over style, I quickly change into this cozy ensemble, reminding myself that there's no need to impress anyone today. After a quick detour to the bathroom, where I brush my hair and effortlessly tie it up into a neat bun, ready to start the day.
School has become a place of dread for me due to the constant ridicule and mistreatment I receive simply because I don't fit the mold of what is considered "normal." My body type and skin color have become a source of mockery and it's disheartening to feel like I can't be accepted for who I am. Despite my efforts to fit in, I've come to the realization that conforming to the expectations of others is not worth sacrificing my own identity and self-worth. The cruel jokes and physical bullying have taken a toll on me and it's time for a change.
The relentless bullying they subject me to stems from their inability to accept my unique silver eyes, which are exceptionally sensitive to light and require me to wear sunglasses. Additionally, my skin tone, which is noticeably lighter than theirs, seems to be a constant source of discomfort for them. However, despite the hurtful treatment I endure, I choose to embrace my differences as they are what make me truly special. I refuse to allow their negativity to define who I am and instead, I strive to rise above their hurtful actions.
"Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you had a restful night," Dad greets me with a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Smiling at him, “Yes, I slept good. But why do I have to go back to this school? Everyone hates me and always hurts me!”
“Why do you say that, young lady?” Mom says, while glaring at me.
“Oh, I have no friends. I am made fun of, slammed into lockers, or beat up on.” I whine.
“Did you speak with the Principal or the Alpha?” Dad inquires, his tone laced with anger.
“It's sad to admit, but I've lost faith in the principal. Every time something goes wrong, he's quick to point the finger at me, making me feel like it's always my fault. The thought of going to the Alpha only fills me with dread. Because I know they'll single me out and make me more of a target for their relentless scrutiny.” I confess with tears in my eyes.
“If it gets worse, you need to say something to me and I will step in. You are my only daughter and no one gets away with hurting you!” dad exclaims, slamming his fist on the table, making me and mom jump.
“Ok, hurry and eat before you leave for school. I also packed you a lunch with fresh rabbit and strawberries.” Mom says, smiling.
As I approach the refrigerator, my hand instinctively reaches for a blood bag, knowing that I need to warm it up in the microwave to make it more palatable. The chilling temperature of the blood is simply unappetizing, and I can't afford to let anyone catch a glimpse of my peculiar craving. In a hurry, I devour the blood, ensuring not a single drop is wasted, and discreetly dispose of the empty bag in a grocery bag. To maintain the secrecy of my unusual desire, I entrust the task of safely disposing the evidence to my mother, who remains oblivious to my mysterious yearning.
Just as I grab my bookbag to make the walk to school, dad stands up and hugs me before saying, “Remember, we have training this evening, so be home before dark.”
“Sure, dad. I'm well aware of that, and I make it a point to be home right after school. I mean, why would I want to stay late, anyway? It's not like I have a bunch of friends waiting for me to hang out and cause trouble together,” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
“I love you guys, and please don't do anything I wouldn't do.” I say with a smirk. Because how else did they make me?
I stride purposefully towards the hallway, I swiftly snatch my trusty tennis shoes and settle down on the bench, eagerly preparing to slip them on. Once I've meticulously laced them up, I effortlessly slide into my jacket, embracing its comforting warmth, before finally hoisting my book bag onto my back.
Stepping out into the world, I'm instantly captivated by the breathtaking expanse of the sky and the harmonious symphony of birdsong. However, amidst the serene ambiance, an unsettling feeling of apprehension creeps over me, as I reluctantly make my way towards school, fully aware that I might encounter the formidable "bitch squad".
The clique referred to as the "Bitch Squad" is comprised of women who are convinced that they have a shot with our alpha. They have a tendency to nitpick and gripe about anything and everything. It's almost as if they are unable to cope with the idea of someone else wearing the same clothes as them or even being in close proximity. They behave as though they might contract an infectious illness simply by sharing the same air.
As I approach the school, my heart skips a beat when a car zooms towards me, causing me to jump in surprise. And wouldn't you believe it? Right on time, the infamous "bitch squad" appears out of nowhere. Without any warning, they roll down their windows and maliciously throw their drinks at me before speeding off, leaving me completely soaked in a sticky mixture of coffee and soda. Just as I attempt to wipe my face clean, a faint scent of blood reaches my nostrils, causing me to let out a frustrated sigh. Is it too much to ask for a day without any mishaps or injuries?
Do you ever find yourself constantly having to bring spare clothes to school or keeping them in your locker? It seems like I'm always changing my outfit multiple times a day because the popular kids and the mean girls always manage to ruin my clothes. They tear them, spill things on me, or even spray me with their preferred fragrance, claiming it's better than my natural scent. It's incredibly frustrating, and I can't help but wonder if there are others who experience the same thing.
Skyler’s POV From the early years of my life, I have been consistently taught about the significance of advocating for our fellow pack members and protecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notorious "Bitch Squad" on a daily basis. As my
Skyler’s POV In the midst of my history class, I find myself observing the peculiar behavior of those around me, as if they deliberately avoid acknowledging my existence. It's as if I possess an invisible cloak that shields me from their attention. As the customary introductions take place and we receive the syllabus, the teacher's monotonous lecture fills the room. I can't help but question the significance of studying history, as its relevance eludes me entirely. In today's fast-paced and dynamic world, it is easy to dismiss the relevance and significance of the past. With our society constantly evolving and the rules and regulations constantly changing, it may seem unnecessary to dwell on what has already happened. However, as I indulge in the delicious rabbit and strawberries that my mom packed for me, I can't help but notice the immediate impact it has on my body. The nourishment from this meal awakens my senses, invigorates my muscles, and clears my mind, reminding me of the i
Skyler’s POV "Is there any chance you could call and ask the school to let me leave early? I'm feeling really overwhelmed and I just need to come home before I lose it. It's gotten to the point where some people in the pack are saying that someone like me, who is a half-breed, shouldn't even be a part of this pack anymore. It's really hurtful, and I think it's best if I just leave." I express my frustration and distress, hoping for some understanding and support. "Sorry, but you have to tough it out for the rest of the day; it's almost over. Remember, you're stronger than those people. Don't allow them to come out on top," Mom insists. As soon as my mom ends the call, I quickly spin around, only to collide head-on with the notorious "Bitch Squad." Talk about perfect timing, right? “Poor baby had to call her mommy boo hoo.” Samantha laughs in glee as they walk away. As I step into the creative writing class, a surge of excitement rushes through me because writing has always been
Mason’s POV As I wake up, I let out a sigh and glance at the clock, feeling a bit annoyed that it's already time to start the day. I slowly sit up and stretch my limbs, trying to shake off the grogginess and prepare myself mentally for what's to come. Once I feel a bit more awake, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to tackle my morning routine. This includes taking care of my personal hygiene and taking a nice, invigorating shower to wake me up fully. After completing my morning routine, a gentle tapping sound interrupts the silence. Without hesitation, my faithful beta, Cameron, bursts into the room, his countenance reflecting a serious demeanor. “Why the serious face this early in the morning?” I inquire with interest. “My daughter has informed me this morning that she is being bullied and harassed by students at school. And that the principle is worthless and blames her for everything.” Cameron says, frustration clear in his voice. “I'm perplexed as to why she ha
Mason’s POV "Gamma and Will, I kindly ask for your assistance in visiting the school and overseeing the activities of the principal. It is of utmost importance that we ensure the smooth operation of the institution," I express, making my way towards my desk and settling down in my chair. In an irritated tone, Will questions the reason for his presence. “What's the deal with me having to babysit the damn principal? What's happening at the school that requires my attention?” ‘See, he feels the same way. Why waste our valuable time and resources on that half-breed when there are stronger omegas that will make a better mate in our pack?’ Daemon retorts. “Cameron says his daughter is being bullied and harassed, and the principal is doing nothing about it and keeps blaming her.” I reply, looking over at Cameron as he nods in agreement. “Ill head over there after the meeting with Alpha Neo. He should be calling any minute now.” Will suggested. While I was occupied with a task, the
Neo’s POV “Hey, Alpha! A letter came for Beta Cameron's daughter today. The note on it says that the vampire queen sent it here so that Skyler will receive it and to keep it until Skyler shows up.” Royal says in confusion. “That's weird, not sure why mail for her would come here, unless the vampire queen knows something we don't. Ok, bring it to my office and I'll put it in a safe spot.” I reply back, confused. “Also, I just want to give you a heads-up. That we've got a call scheduled with The Wild Rose Pack in approximately twenty minutes.” my Beta Royal reminds me through our mind-link, ensuring I don't forget about it amidst the morning rush. “You know what's funny?” Jax chuckles, shaking his head. “I swear, Royal acts like we're clueless about what's happening in our daily lives and pack.” ‘We need to make sure that there is an out clause in case we need to break this alliance. I have a bad feeling about Mason's pack.’ Jax says nervously. ‘That's the strategy. Additionall
Neo’s POV “Oh shit, I really hope he doesn't notice the paperwork or bother to look at it until after the Tamsin moon. It's crucial that Skyler turns eighteen and discovers her soulmate by then,” Cameron anxiously expresses. “My pack is one phone call away, Cameron. We will not stand by and let anything happen to you or your family.” I told him firmly. “I will make sure that my border patrol is on alert in case you and your family need to run here for safety. Just keep me informed, please.” ‘Yes, we will protect them with our lives. They are family and no one messes with my family.’ Jax yells, pissed off. ‘Calm, Jax, we are there for them when they need us. Cameron will call me if he needs our help as soon as he gets the chance.’ I say reported. “Thanks for the heads-up. I need to get going to get some work done before Skyler gets home, and we start training. Besides, he is getting ready to head to The Naughty Hot Spot, so we won't see him the rest of the night,” He says, in a h
Skyler’s POV As I finished consuming the last drop of my second bag of blood, my father made his way down the staircase. In a swift motion, I gathered the empty blood bags and concealed them within a garbage bag, carefully tucking it away in my workout bag. Time was of the essence, as we had to hurry for our training session. "Feeling any better, sport?" Dad asks, tousling my hair with a grin. "DAD! What on earth possessed you to do that?" I grumble, my frustration evident as I desperately attempt to rectify the situation. While he stands there, amused, his laughter filling the room. "Let's do this!" I exclaim, leaping out of my seat as we make a beeline for the front door. Before going on our journey to Uncle Neo's pack lands, we take extra precautions to ensure the front door is firmly closed, prioritizing safety and practicality. Once we are comfortably settled inside the jeep, I waste no time in turning on the music, filling the air with the captivating melodies of timeless G