Katherine Kyles is a wolf. But not a happy one. Beaten, abused, made fun of, neglected and a horrible family. Not one friend in her own pack. The Neon pack. She's just waiting for her mate. But she's had it with her life. The only reason why she is...
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I made it home in record time. Clutching my chest the whole way here. I realized that I was bleeding heavily threw my mouth. I felt lots of pain in my chest area and new that my disfigured heart has caused me some internal bleeding. But I can't give up now. Not like this.
As the thought crossed over, my whole body started aching everywhere. My heart started working overtime, bringing me unbearable pain. I saw black spots in my vision and almost passed out.
I did the only thing I could do. I screamed. I screamed out in pain. I screamed so loud that I'm surprised that the windows never shattered.
My family is downstairs. They can help me!
What a foolish one I am.
No matter how much or how hard I screamed, they didn't stir. I called for my mom, dad, for Brock. But they all ignored me. Leaving me for dead.
How could I be so stupid into thinking they would help me? Me! Katherine Kyle's! The child they never wanted! The mistake! The slave of the pack! The omega!
My arm snapped. I yelled harder. And it snapped over and over again.
It started to look wrong. But weird. And through the whole pain and dis-figuration, I felt like this was right.
How could I be so stupid?! I've seen this all the time!
I'm shifting.
I cried out for my family. I kept crying out for pack members, the Alpha, anyone. But my pack link was severed and blocked. And if anyone did answer, they sent me a headache threw the link.
A wave of sadness passed though me.
I'm all alone.
I really am worthless to them. Why should I matter to them? I'm just a mistake.
And with that, total sadness engulfed me, and I blacked out, letting the shift continue its process and embracing the little peace it offered. Silence.
