My name is Hope. I am 14 years old. I have chocolately brown eyes that my mother used to say leads straight to my soul. I have a dark caramel skin tone and long dark brown ebony hair. I'm a werewolf but I haven't shifted yet. But since today is my birthday I'm going to shift today.
Usually I'm not excited about my birthday but today I'm supposed to find my mate. My mate is my other half. When I have my wolf I'll be able to sense him.
Back to the reason why I'm never excited about my birthday. I haven't had a real one since my parents were alive and my brother loved me.
***FLASHBACK***
I was six years old when I witnessed my parents death. I was clinging to there limp bodies and my beta removed me from them. My brother ran past us to our parents. He broke down crying. Seeing him pained killed me... I always wanted him happy. The betas son Trey came to his side and placed his hand on his shoulder.
My brother stood. He pointed at me and said "This is your... This is all your fault!" I cried. "You are here by deemed as omega. You answer to every pack member. Understood!"
I couldn't believe him. "But I'm your sister.... I didn't kill them." I said crying "Don't talk back to your alpha! You should of died not them. To the pack house now!" I obeyed, I ran back crying.
***EndOfFlashback***
Everyday since then I've cooked, cleaned done everything for my pack members receiving thank you's from the few kind members and from the others...
Well I was pushed, kicked, yelled and cursed at.
My brother, Trey and there two friends Craig and Jacob treat me the worst. I'm completely disgusting to them. They call me names. Weak... Ugly... Pathetic...
"Hope! Get your ass down here and make us breakfast, NOW!"
"Yes Alpha Randy." He's not my brother anymore.
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Hombres LoboHope was young when she witnessed the murder of her parents, Alpha and Luna of the Starry Night pack. With there untimely demise her brother became alpha and deemed her as omega. She became there slave and answered to every pack members demands. Ye...