"You can't do this to me!" I exclaimed, crying. I tried to break free from his grip, but he wouldn't let go. "Please," I cried out, "this is my home!" I looked to my father who was restraining me from moving. "Fath-"

"No," he said, stone cold, "no one wants you here, Nova." His words cut like knives, and I felt my heart break all over again. My father was the Third In Command, but he was great friends with the Alpha. Usually, there's perks for you. But in my case? It didn't serve me well.

"Don't throw me out of the pack," I cried again, "I'll have no where to go," I whispered, staring up at him. "Please," I begged. Red Moon pack had been my home for seventeen years, and I couldn't just leave. This was my home. My family were here..not that they wanted me. No one did.

"That's not my problem anymore." And then he did it, he chucked me out of Red Moon territory with nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd been stabbed in the back multiple times, figuratively and literally. In life, you'd expect to be stabbed in the back a few times. You'd expect it by boyfriends and friends, but you'd never expect it from your own family. The ones who are suppose to be there with you through thick and thin. After all, blood is thicker than water.

But no. I didn't have that. I didn't have a proper family. I was a disappointment. No, not was, I still am. That's all I'll ever be, a disappointment.

Don't put yourself down, my wolf, Ariella, tells me. She's been my only friend considering everyone hated me. How could a whole pack hate someone? I'd asked myself that for a while actually. But I figured it out. I am a disgrace, a disappointment. I'm a weak werewolf, no wonder they hated me. Even I hate me.

I wonder to myself, why did I ever carry on? Everyone just ends up hurting me. Everyone.

Not our mate, Ariella chimes in with glee in her tone. I shook my head. She was always hopeful that we would find our mate and that he was a good one. But I knew he wouldn't be. One look at me and he would reject me.

Forever alone, that's what they always told me. They told me I'd forever be alone and that my mate either didn't exist or wouldn't want me. They told me that I was a weak excuse for a werewolf and the Moon Goddess wouldn't ever pair anyone up with me. I mean, why would she?

The question that I always wanted to know was, why? Why did they hate me? I did find an answer to it. As I've said, I'm weak. A disappointment. A disgrace. A waste of space. Nothing. They were right all along, and I don't know why they kept me alive.

With all these dark thoughts clouding me, I carried on walking further and further away from what I use to call home. Home. Home is where you're suppose to feel safe. I felt far from safe, but part of me wanted to go back. My family. Despite everything, I still loved them.

Everything wasn't as bad as it was now. I had a happy childhood, until everything changed. Until my mother died protecting me. I was the only child, but my mother was pregnant with my little sibling.

I took it all away. She died. My little sibling died too. She was protecting me from a rogue. I was stupid enough to get into the situation. The rogue killed my mother, came for me but my father stepped in. The rogue lay dead in front of me. My mother, I crawled over to her bloodied body. I cried and cried, begging her to wake up. I was only nine. From then on, my father resented me. He blamed me for the cause of my mother and sibling's death. And I did too. If it wasn't for me, they would still be here and alive. Everything would be happy. Everything would be okay.

But, not only did my father resent me but the rest of the pack did. I was a child, but they didn't see that. My mother was dearly loved. She was the kindest woman you would ever meet. I took her away. The pack hated me for it. Everyone turned on me. As I grew up, I still managed to have friends somehow. I even had a boyfriend at fifteen. It was stupid, we were taught that we should wait for our mates. But my ex and I were convinced we were each other's mates. We were so wrong. Fifteen was when my friends and boyfriend left me. They ditched me. They found out what I did, and poof they were gone. Again, I was isolated and left with no one.

Nothing was your fault, Ariella tells me. Please stop blaming yourself. We will find our mate and he'll make us happy.

No, he won't want us when he finds out what I did, I told her back. That's what I didn't want, I didn't want to find my mate. At first, when I was seven and my mother told me all about it, I was so excited to find my mate. Even up until I was twelve. But then everyone put the idea in my head that I'd end up alone. At first, I didn't believe it. Eventually, I did.

No, you have to think positive, she says, cutting off our link afterwards.

*

After getting kicked out of my pack, I ended up travelling days and days on foot. I didn't know where I ended up, but I was going on no food and a werewolf needs to eat. I got water from when it thankfully rained. Otherwise I would've had to get water from somewhere else, probably a lake.

I didn't feel too well, but I knew I had to carry on. I didn't know whether or not I was in another pack. But at this point, I didn't care. All they'd see me as is a dirty, vicious rogue. Even though I'm the opposite. Well, I am dirty because I haven't had a proper clean in a bit. But I wasn't vicious. I was far from it.

I wondered what they'd do to me when they found me. I knew it'd be certain death. Over the years, the unspoken laws concerning rogues got harsher. Any rogue you saw, you killed. It didn't matter if it was anyone's mate, no one knew if you killed it on the spot. That's the part that sucked. I preferred the old way where they were taken to the cells, and after three days if their mate wasn't in that pack they'd be killed. Obviously I don't prefer how they are just looked at and thrown in the dumps, but that's werewolf life. And now, I'm a rogue. I'll most likely be killed on the spot if I was spotted.

What's worse? I couldn't fight back. I had no energy to do so. I was starving, and I couldn't move on. It rained days ago and that was what was keeping me alive. But it's been bone dry. Even Ariella is weak. She's weakening by the minute, and if I shifted into her it'd only weaken her.

I walked a little further and heard voices. I started to panic and turned around, trying to run in the opposite direction. Before I could get anywhere, I felt lightheaded. I felt everything in my body go weaker than it already was. Before I knew it, I fell onto the ground. I was blacking out. Black dots started to cloud my vision but before I completely went out, I noticed the silhouette of a man.

Looks like the end for me, I thought bitterly before blacking out completely.