The Omega was Rejected

Chapter 6: The Confrontations Part 1

Chapter 6: The Confrontation Part 1

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Isabella's POV

Yesterday I stayed in my room all day. I didn't even go down ,for dinner. I went to sleep early last night meaning I got up early today.

It was currently 4 am. Since its Monday, i have school. Meaning I have 2 hours before I have to get ready.

I walked outside, went behind a tree, stripped and shifted. Aahh it feels good to shift. I can't remember the last time I shifted.

My wolf is brown. With emerald eyes. My brown fur fades to ebony at my paws. It almost looks like I'm wearing black socks or something. Also the tip of my tail is black. I absolutely LOVE my wolf. I think it is beautiful. My wolfs name is Accalia. Meaning she-wolf in Latin

'Accalia? How are you doing girl?'

'Ok I guess. I'm really depressed though...'

'I know hun. But let's go for a run and see if that help. Ok?'

'Ok.'

With that I leaped out from behind the tree and ran at top speeds. The trees darting past me were all a blur. Slowly my instincts took over. My mind drifting into a sleepless dream.

I dreamt about how life with my second chance mate would be. I imagined us going on cute, romantic dates. Us kissing. Us cuddling. Us with our future children. You must realize this is really hard to imagine when I don't know what my second chance mates face looks like.

My thoughts were cut short by me falling into a Lake. When I went under, time was frozen. I was at the bottom of the lake. Looking for something but I didn't know what. My brain was telling me to keep looking. While my gut said to get out of the water. Thats when my eyes landed on it. It was there. It was unmistakable. I knew exactly what it was. I knew exactly WHO it was. Since I was at the bottom I was able to kind of walk. I started walking towards Him. Quickly but cautiously. I don't know what would happen if I startled him but I wasn't about to find out. He turned around and just looked at me. I stopped dead in my tracks. He looked angry, hurt, sad. But for what? he turned back around and started walking away. So I followed him. Before I knew it, little by little, specks of sand rose from the depths of the lake, forming an image. The image became solidly clear. The image was my second chance mate jumping off a cliff. Next thing I knew I was looking at him. Dead. On a pile of sharp rocks. I squeezed my eyes shut. Shaking my head. When I opened my eyes nothing was there. I swam back up to the top for air. I broke the surface; my lungs immediately filling with the crisp air of the morning forest. I could already see the sun rising. Meaning I needed to get back home. Was I really gone that long? Oh well. I got out of the water. Shook off. And started running home. On the way home I concluded that what happened was just my mind playing around with my guilt and making me see things.

'Accalia? You ok?'

'No.'

'I know. I'm sorry you had to see that. Did the run at least help a little?'

'Ya. A little.'

'Good. I'll try to get out more often then.'

'Ok.'

When I got home the clock read 5:30. Oh. I still had 30 minutes before I had to get ready. Oh well.

I grabbed a bra, underwear, skinny jeans, a hoodie and a towel. I went and took a hot shower. I was a little frozen from the lake water. When I was done I got dressed. Pulled on my vans. And I decided to straighten my hair. Im still as unhappy as before but I don't know, I feel a little better. Probably cause of the run. Minus the lake incident. I ran downstairs to see my mom making pancakes, eggs and bacon. I grabbed a piece of bacon while I waited for the rest of breakfast.