Lost

My Life

Hurt,Broken,lifeless, dead.
Well I'm not dead..at least yet.

For ten traumatizing years I've been pushed to the lowest rank of my kind. That was pack omega, and if you're confused let me clear things up a bit.
You see on this earth, people live their lives telling stories of mythical creatures.

What they don't know is that there is a whole population of supernaturals living amongst them.

This including witches, warlocks, pixies, fairies, demons, mermaids, vampires, Giants, ogres, and last but not least. There's my kind, werewolves.
As a werewolf, we live in packs, in packs we have different ranks. The First two are the Alpha and Luna who are mates. They are equally important and are leaders of the entire pack along as caretakers. The Second rank is The Beta who takes over when the alpha is away. The third command basically does the same but instead takes over for the beta when he/she is absent.
Everything after that are just pack members. The lowest rank of werewolves are rouges which are heartless or rebellious wolves that aren't apart of a pack. The lowest rank of werewolves in a pack is the pack omega. You see pack omega is basically the pack slave a.k.a punching bag.

Unfortunately the Moon Goddess ( mother and creator of werewolves) had a different path of fate for me. You see fate has a funny way of playing with you.
One minute I was living happily the next I'm pack omega treated like the bottom of someone's shoe. 

I'm Liliana Knight  and this is my wonderful story( note the sarcasm). Let's start from the beginning shall we? Well Here we go...