The Lost Queen

Chapter One

Daya's P.O.V.

"WAKE UP BITCH!"

This is how I'm awoken. Frozen cold water being thrown on me with the usual insult being thrown also. I immediately got up gasping for air and shivering from the cold. I looked up to see my father standing above with a scowl on his beat red face, holding a empty bucket.

Some of you may think, how could he do and say that to his own child? But I'm used to it. My name Daya Crystal Grace and I am 17 years old. My parents say they named me Daya because when I was born it was the best 'daya' of their life...See what i did there. They also made Crystal my middle name because of my crystal blue eyes. But after my 5th birthday when I first shifted they changed. The usual shift age for us werewolf's is around the ages of 12 and 14, I guess since I was different they didnt want me anymore. I have long brunette hair, flowing past my shoulders and slightly pale skin from the lack of sun I have been getting. I'm 5'4" and am pretty skinny, with a small frame but I still have visible curves. I look nothing like neither of my parents. That's crazy to me because aren't I supposed to have at least one feature similar to theres? My mom, Charlie Grace, has blond hair and hazel eyes, while my father, Josh Grace, has raven black hair with green eyes. I've been called words such as ugly and disgusting, that I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror anymore.

The day I shifted was the worst day of my life. This is pretty much how it went...

I felt a burning sensation all over my body. What's happening to me? At the time my five year old self did not yet understand what was happening. I was sitting in my parents room playing with my mom, when suddenly I let out a ear percing scream.

" MOOOOMMMYYYYYYY!!!" I screamed out, gripping onto her like my life depended on it.

" Shhhhh...Calm down baby. JOOOSSSHHH!!!" She screamed out for my father after trying to comfort me.

We heard heavy foot steps rushing towards the door. I couldn't focus though. My heart was hammering in my chest going 100 miles a minute. I let out another ear splitting scream when I felt the bones in my body start to shift. I felt my self being left up and carried by someone. I arched my back in pain, squeezing my eyes shut, while letting out loud sobbs. This the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. Next thing I know I'm being placed on the forest floor, panting and screaming for help. My mom was in my father's arms crying. My bones started poping and twisting. Fur started to sprout from my skin, then I let out my final blood
curdling scream and fell on the ground exhausted.

I opened my eyes to see pure white fur staring back at me. I tried standing up but every time I would fall back down. My mother slowly walked towards me and pet my head making my wolf pur.
I lent in to her touch putting my head down and closing my eyes as she ran her hands over my small wolfie head.

" Hello! I'm Cora!" A voice in my head spoke, taking me off guard.

" Who are you?" I thought, cautiously.

"I'm your wolf silly" It spoke again playfully.

"Cool! So your like in my head!?" I thought, getting excited to have someone new to talk and be friends with.

" Daya, shift back. Just think about being back in your human form." My mother told me, interrupting my talk with Cora.

I thought of standing in two feet and having hands instead of laws and it worked. But it was still some what painful. Once I shifted back I looked at my mother to see that she had a frown on her face, as well as everyone else who were gathered around. My father rushed to me and grabbed my arm pushing me through the crowd. He looked very angry. Once we were inside of my room he pushed me on the bed and slapped me... That was the first time he hit me. He slapped me so hard that I blacked out.

Till this day I still don't know what I did wrong to make everyone change their ways towards me. That was the last day I shifted and talked to my wolf. I was given medicine everyday that prevents me from shifting. Trust me, I tried not to take it but they some how knew and it would always lead to massive consequences. That was by far the worst day of my life. I lost my family...my friends and my freedom. I will always have this marking on my right wrist that I got after I shifted. Everyday it reminds me of that horrid time when everyone turned their backs on me.