Emily's POV
Everyone knew who I was, and for that reason, they treated me like trashcan.
It was late at night, yet Mother sent me a package to deliver to the pack. Jasmine had been at home all day, but she deliberately stopped her from delivering the package, insisting that I did. I grasped it to myself and walked towards the woods, which separated our house from the pack's.
Of course, that was the kind of life I lived, being a late bloomer. We wore rags every day and ate little to no food, most times the leftovers from the pack's Beta leaders.
It didn't take more than two minutes after I entered the woods that I saw the three guys who had asked me out weeks back, but I had declined.
I feared being chastised by the Alpha of our pack, Marcus. He could banish me for trying to love while being a late bloomer - would I be saved by someone else for eternity?
"Here she comes," one of them sneered, striding towards me. I took a few steps back, clutching the package to myself, as it mattered more this time around.
"Slow metamorphosis," another sneered, as they closed in on me, surrounding me, and sniffing the scent stuck in the air.
They were banished from Blackwood pack and had been roaming the woods ever since, bullying wolves like myself.
"You know, I just knew the moon goddess was going to bless me soon. I could feel it. A blessing that dickhead, Marcus, can't stop," Francis insulted, as they burst into laughter.
"Don't come any closer," I warned, retreating as far as I could, as the jewelry in the package clinked against my chest.
"What are you going to do if we come closer?" Francis taunted, marching towards me. "Huh, little to no wolf?"
"Leave me the fuck alone. I was sent on an errand. It's urgent, fuckmasters." I said, gritting my teeth.
"Like she would summon a wolf." Francis added, cheering his friends.
"I just---" I said, but the third one placed a finger on his lips, indicating I keep quiet.
"She looks clean though," another said, staring at me seductively, "how about we..."