Howling for Forgiveness

Chapter 1

This is a sequel to The Past Is My New Beginning, but you really don't need to have read that book to read this one. This book is in Karia's point of view instead of Layla's so they aren't exactly the same. But it's from the same family tree. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

Seven Years after the Worst Day Ever…

He hasn’t spoken to me. How could he? The boy can’t even look at my despicable face without feeling utter disgust toward it. I had forced him into marking me without his knowledge and now karma is back to bite me in the ass.

How did I expect him to react when I told him that I was his secret marked mate?

Well… I was hopelessly convinced that he would forgive me because we were meant to be together. Not everything can go as fate planned though.

I’m meeting Loki tomorrow again. I wish I could feel more excited about having him over for Christmas and having him train me like he once did with my mom, but the past seven years have been a living hell. Marco hasn’t told a soul about the incident; even with all the pain I’ve caused him he’s being well mannered. It’s adding to my guilt. I’m a monster for hurting such a caring boy. I frowned deeply at the ceiling waiting for my alarm clock to go off, warning me to get dressed for school. It was still only four in the morning, yet my tired eyes refused to let me get any rest, the rest I will never deserve.

Every morning I get up from my bed at the same time, six-thirty, and greet my mother who watches me with worried expressions. I have deep gray circles under my once brilliant hazel eyes and my eyebrows have been permanently furrowed on my forehead since that day. I keep my hair up and out of my face in messy ponytails; I wear baggy jeans and loose shirts to hide how much weight I’ve lost since then. They say that when your mate rejects you your strength weakens and you feel like dying.

I’m here to say that the people who said that are absolutely… right.

I can’t run as fast as I used to, reduce down to almost a light jog. I can’t tune into conversations or smell the breakfast being cooked only a meter away. My reaction time has increased to a troubling fifteen seconds. And worst of all, I can’t feel my wolf. Maybe she died from all the sadness.

A plate was placed in front of me as I sat on a stool. “Eat up, honey.” My mom forced herself to smile down at me, but she couldn’t hide the distress behind the eyes I once possessed. I shrugged in response; I haven’t had the energy to speak lately only gesturing replies with my body parts emotionlessly.

Half-heartedly, I stabbed the egg and stuffed it in my mouth chewing it thoroughly before letting it slide down my throat. I slid off the stool after that one bite and began to walk away. My mother turned, shocked. “Aren’t you hungry?” I shook my head and continued my leave.

I walked to school with my hands shoved in my pockets and my hood thrown over my head carelessly hiding my appearance from the others. I attend the newly built private werewolf school that my mother decided to build when I was born. It’s huge! It consists of three separate facilities, an elementary/preschool building, a middle school and a high school. I was half way through sophmore year, but I seriously felt like I should be graduating already.

The teachers are always asking us questions like: “What is mass times acceleration?” “What’s the square root of negative one?” Seriously?!

The students are always whispering about me behind my back, but it has stopped bothering me because I can’t even hear them anymore. I sighed once I reached the entrance of the high school building and pulled at the door to enter. I’m half glad that Marco is two years older than me and is going to be graduating already, it'll make it easier for me not to see him. I walked into my classroom and sat at the wooden desk all the way in the back far from everyone else.