The Prophecy Series: Angels & Werewolves

The Beginning

Estella

"Get out," my father yelled in his Alpha Tone before throwing me out of the house. I landed on the ground and quickly stood to my feet just as he threw my bag out the door.

My father was the Alpha of the Green Grove Pack. It wasn't the most feared pack in the werewolf community, hell it was barely on the map. As far as I know, my father didn't exactly like talking about other packs.

Since my mother's death, my father, Alpha Philip, has been a total asshole towards me and everyone else in the pack. It wasn't bad at first but then things got rough. He has neglected some of his duties as Alpha and has acted irrational. Not many people are happy about it and the elders within the pack have finally brought his irrational behavior to his attention.

It's been a year now and he still can't look at me unless he is drunk. He says it because he is disappointed that I don't have a Mate. He also says that he thinks I never will, but I think him kicking me out of the house has more to do with the fact that I look like my mother. Or maybe it is something else, entirely.

He changed when she died. He drank more and yelled at me more. I didn't tell anyone about it. I didn't know how. How could I tell anyone what kind of man he really is? I honestly don't think that they would have believed me either way. And, he is my father. It made me feel sicker about the things that had taken place over the past year and I didn't dare tell a soul.

Everyone has been sympathetic towards me but they needed their Alpha so I have to make a sacrifice. I was being forced to leave. I was leaving everything that I have ever known. I was happy to get away from him but I was scared that the world would be just as cruel as he was.

"I was sent to escort you to the pack border." Beta Ryan said without even making eye contact with me. I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag and followed behind Beta Ryan.

It was bad enough that my father kicked me out of the house but now he was kicking me out of the pack. It was either become rogue or he kills me himself, but the elders didn't seem to want me dead. If my father could get over himself, the elders would have me marry Beta Ryan and breed pups to carry the bloodline. Not that I wanted that but it was still better than been a rouge.

No one in the pack dared to say a word to me. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my friends, the few I had. The whole pack was ordered to stay away from me and not to talk to me. I sighed once we reached the border realizing just how real this situation was.

"Here is some money, it should last you a while." Beta Ryan said putting the money in my hand. I nodded and put it in my bag. He felt bad about having to do this to me.

"Try to stay away from packs of rogues and try to find a pack to take you in. Go south. It will be better if you travel alone." He explained softly. He knew nothing of what had been going on between my dad and I.

"Thanks," I mumbled and walked past the border.

"Stay safe, Estella." Beta Ryan said before walking the opposite way. It was pathetic that he could barely say goodbye to me. I expected more from him but of course I only got my hopes up.

I took my clothes off and put them in my bag before strapping the bag to my body and shifting. I was now a lone wolf and the Moon Goddess only knew what was next for me. I feared the feeling of the unknown.

I ran. I ran as fast, and for as long, as I could. My wolf, Bell, was tired and made me stop eventually. I had been running for a whole day now and I knew that I was now far away enough to begin searching for a new pack. I sniffed around and caught scent of a pack nearby but I felt very skeptical about the smell.