Being Different (editing)

Prologue

*edited*

Hey y'all, I've decided that maybe before you get into this book (which I know you will!) that maybe you should know a couple details about me and the plot line which can be better explained down there ⬇️. This book was mainly made since as I was writing other books I had a very strong urge to write werewolf as I read a bunch of werewolf books that sparked my love for the genre (also twilight is awesome). This book is also intense and gruesome at some points the plot line all over the place and some things not making sense, but this book was mainly a way to get emotions out of my body in a way that was unique and special which also ended up with making other people smile!

I know most won't read that little paragraph but I'm glad you did. I hope you continue with my book and give it a bunch of votes and comments!

I hope you enjoy this book as much as I've enjoyed writing it! (Even though I'm still editing)

Make sure to check out my other books! Especially my new werewolf book 'Illusions' so please do that if this book isn't your cup of tea and I hope you have a nice day/night.

All werewolves are the same...beautiful, powerful, brave and can shift into a wolf.

Me...I got dubbed a bad hand and I was a weird werewolf human crossbreed. Which meant that I didn't have a wolf, I had the heightened hearing, strength, speed, smell even sight when I wanted too. But my wolf was silent and I couldn't shift.

My name is Ava...no last name.

I technically lived in Moon Rise pack but after being abused and mistreated for so long I've started to obtain the smell of a rogue, which is when the pack will realise they must kill me.

I was an alright looking girl when you think about it my grey ears and tail matched my black Raven hair perfectly my sun kissed skin was a nice touch and I had greyish blue eyes to match up with all this making me quite the sight for anybody. I was overly skinny but that's only because I was starved, but just compared to the werewolves...I was just...okay.

Yeah, okay.

I was raised by Omegas and treated as if I was their own child I felt oddly happy, I didn't need my parents! Or pack approval I was happy with the Omegas, they made me feel safe!

I was born from the betas of the pack before they dumped me with the Omegas, instead they adopted twin werewolf siblings to replace me, cover up my tracks.

I was abused everyday with the other Omegas having to patch me up before my blood went everywhere, my healing effect assisted in my survival.

My parents weren't kind people...

"Monsters stay with Omegas, normal werewolves stay with other werewolves..." my dad mumbled to me as he hooked my mother by the waist and left a sobbing 11 year old at the bottom of the stairs...no one to comfort her...no one to help her

After reaching my 18th birthday I decided laying on that cold concrete floor of the pack cells that if I die, I won't let my pack have the satisfaction and I'll do it myself alone...where I'm actually happy.

So my story begins as I step out my packs territory and look out upon a gorgeous ocean holding a large kitchen knife in my hand as I prepared to walk into the water and let myself sink.

I was finally happy.

Then someone broke my moment of peace.