WOLF MOON

Mara sat alone in her cramped bedroom, her body still aching from the recent outburst of violence inflicted upon her by her step werewolf family, the Wilsons. The deep wounds on her soul cut far deeper than any physical pain. She had spent years enduring their torment, her spirit worn thin by their relentless cruelty.

It had been a stormy night, years ago, when Mara's life took a tragic turn. She was just a helpless baby, left abandoned on the doorstep of the Wilson family, members of the Blue Moon pack. The thunder roared and lightning crackled in the dark sky, mirroring the turmoil that would soon consume Mara's existence.

From that moment, her destiny was irrevocably intertwined with theirs, though she was forever treated as an outcast.

[Flashback]

The door swung open with a creek, revealing Elizabeth Wilson, a woman whose hardened expression belied the flicker of sympathy in her eyes. She stared down at the bundle on the doorstep, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Beside her stood Luis, her husband, a man known for his compassionate nature.

"What is it, Elizabeth?" Luis asked, peering over her shoulder. "What do we have here?"

Elizabeth's voice was laced with bitterness as she replied, "It's another burden, Luis. Another mouth to feed. Who would abandon a child like this?"

Luis knelt down, his heart aching at the sight of the innocent baby wrapped in a tattered blanket. "We can't turn our backs on her, Elizabeth. Regardless of how she came to be here, this child deserves love and care."

Elizabeth scoffed, her anger flaring. "Love and care? We barely have enough for our own children, Luis! What good will this bring? She'll only be a reminder of our struggles."

Luis's eyes softened with compassion. "She is just a baby, Elizabeth. She didn't choose this life. We have a duty to protect her, to give her a chance at a better future."

Elizabeth sighed, her resolve waning. "Fine, we'll take her in. But don't expect me to treat her like one of our own. She'll always be a burden!"

Since then, Elizabeth and her daughters, Jasmine and Elvie, treat Mara as their servant.

Elizabeth's voice dripped with icy indifference as she addressed the newborn in her arms. "Your worthless birth parents left you here, Mara. They didn't want you. And frankly, I don't blame them."

Mara, unaware of the implications of Elizabeth's words, reached out her tiny hand, craving love and acceptance. "M-Mama," she gurgled softly.

Elizabeth's face twisted into a sneer as she recoiled, refusing to acknowledge the bond Mara sought. "I am not your mother, and I never will be. You are a stain on this family!"

Elvie and Jasmine, eager to please their mother and emulate her cruelty, chimed in. "She's right, Mara. You're nothing but a burden. Just a filthy little omega!"