Chapter 28 Don't Say That

(Claire POV.)

Five Years Ago...

"Argh!"

My voice was fading every time the rouges hit me with their strong fist. Some were throwing stones and trying to mock me with their dirty tongue. And how funny to think that rouges bullying me even though they were all out of the packs. Do you know why? Because I'm a hybrid offspring of a werewolf and a witch.

"Stinking witch! Go to hell!" I was cursed to die every day.

I did not have any strength to fight back even though I was 14 years old at that time. Because the hybrid like me was the lowest of the low. My mixed blood meant that I did not belong to other species.

And the world I have was filled with war and chaos. Everyone around me fought against each other to be honored.

My only strength was my mother. She was the only reason why I need to come alive even though this world was unfair. I needed to revenge for her because she was killed by my father's domestic violence.

He always hurt my mom even in my front and every single hit that my mot