Rain&Ashes

in my favorite tree. Usually, at this time of the night, bonfires are lit and pack members usually sit togeth

se, pack members swore that fire surrounded me and my eyes were glowing red. Once the fire that surrounded me disappeared, my eyes turned to their natural color-green. Also, my once black hair turned red, and on my left shoulder, a tattoo of a crown of fl

ighteen years and leave the pack. My problem is my small stature, only 5'4, and all the hard work I have to do around the P

use, all four floors, by myself because I

it is that Omegas goes into heat and being a rogue Omega in heat is not something I want to experience. With a bit of luc

. And what I like to do is to draw. And I am pretty good at it. The art teacher, Mr. Smith, a Gamma in the

so hard not to roll my eyes because I see Jordan practically drooling all over Ruth. Like I get the fact that she is like some sort of walking Barbie– at least that's what I am told because I have prosopagnosia and thank the goddess I am a werewolf and I can recognize the others from their scent – and that she has an e

female with red hair at his side, and Ruth cryin

to me. We even have a code, since I can't recognize faces. So, Jordan has an orange above his head. Ruth, a bouquet of lavenders. And since I struggle t

female, and this time she adds an apple with caramel above her

that doesn't mean I have a stupid crush on Jordan,' I say to Safia. 'Besides, Jordan is

e floors of the Pack House or pushes me around whenever he fee

grey wolf running in the forest – Safia and Tit

want that too! But our soulmate is not Jordan!

itan and her. And I let her be. After all that it happened to us, she des

cleaning the Pack House for the upcoming birthday of Jordan. Only two more days and then Jordan

ng. Other werewolves are with them, but I don't focus on their scents, because I realize

What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to make sure everyt

Hannah, aka Ruth

me! How does she com

, Ruthy!" Hannah, I m

Ruth, in case you have

time. People like you should not be

like me?

he Goddess!"

voice, I think it is Ariel, another of Ruth's friends. When I smell vanilla and ch

ounds, someone takes my backpack from me and I turn to

my backpack

ask nicely,

y teeth,

the goodwill of the Pack, you should work more

'goodness' of their heart gave to me. The old shirt and jeans I am wea

had to fix a lot of times, but it is the only one I have

look inside and then I will gi

an't, but Jordan already opene

he drops the backpack as his at

! Give i

with an expressio

ng I don't want to do. The last time I made him angry, I didn't get food for two days

o!" Jordan snaps at me. He flips some

book. I am so furious right now.

I already made the arrangements with another pack to take me in once I am eighteen. I can do it and not lose my tem

tempt me

presence, mongrel!"Ruth says and

and cold, but it is mine. And old mattresses covered by an even older quilt are in a corner. A broken coffee table – that I fix

my old sneakers off and crush on my m

I say to myself w