The Lost Queen

Chapter Three

Daya's P.O.V.

I walked up the steps to hell, I mean school, same difference. Anyway I am totally out of breath from running all the way here. I know I'm part wolf and all but not being in contact with my wolf or shifting, I mine as well be an human.

This school is full of both werewolf and human, but more werewolf since there are many packs in this area.

The most dangerous pack and most fiercest Alpha in Florida, well the whole got damn state and not including the Royal's, is the Crimson Moon Pack and their Alpha is Alpha Kaden Damon Stone. Him and his pack are fearless and merciless. They attacked many packs to gain more land and are still doing it. To teach discipline within the pack they get chained up to silver. Silver is a werewolf greatest disadvantage and torture. I have heard many stories about the Crimson Moon Pack, that scare the shit out of me.

I speedily opened the door and ran to my locker to put my books in and take books out.

Catching my breath, I once again ran the rest of the way to class. When I reached the door I came to a stop, putting my hands on my knees taking deep breaths. I always hated coming late to school because then I have to interrupt class and everyone would stare at me like I killed their dog. I checked my phone to see that it's already 8:00. My eyes widened. Damn I'm late as hell. I calmed my breathing then slowly opened the classroom door.

Mrs. Scott, my  40+ year old African-American biology teacher with brown hair and brown eyes. She is one of the nicest teachers to me at this school. Thank Goddess I have her for first period.

The whole classroom became quite and as predicted stared at me. I only looked towards the teacher who looked surprised by my late entrance.

"Ms. Grace, why are you late?" She asked curiously.

"Um...I woke up late. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I whispered in a soft voice to teacher. My head was down not daring to look up at the students who were letting out small snickers.

"It's okay Daya. You may take your seat." She said motioning, with her hand, for me to take seat.

I scurried to my seat in the back corner of the class room. People would stick out their feet to try and trip me, but that's normal being me. I ignored people's slide remarks and shoves and finally made it to me seat. I let out a breath and took out my notebook and a pencil. While Mrs. Scott was talking I accidentally zoned out.

I wonder how it feels to be loved. To have friends and family that loves and take care of you. I can't wait till I find my mate.

A mate is someone that is matched to you by the Moon Goddess. They are made for you and no matter what created to love and take care of you. The age you find your mate is around your 18th birthday, but some find theirs earlier.

I turn 18 in three weeks. That's when I plan to run away. I don't know where I'm going to go but all I know is that I need to get the hell up out of  here before they end up killing me...or I end up taking my own life. I just wish that that time would come soon, because a lot can happen in the matter of three weeks. I have this feeling that I'm apart of something bigger and my wolf is trying to reach out and tell me something, but of course the medicine I am forced to take is stopping it.

I looked down at my wrists where my marking is. What does this mean? I've seen many wolf's first shift and they didn't come out of it with any marks or tattoos or anything. I touched around my mark. My fingers tracing against the slightly raised skin where the mark lay. My parents tried many painful times to take the mark away. They even tried to burn it with silver and all it did was heel and remain on my skin.

Why me?

Why do I have to go through all this pain and suffering, when I did nothing wrong? What did I ever do to deserve such treatment? Why Moon Goddess? Why?

Not even the Moon Goddess loves me. No one will ever love me. No one will never love a freak like me. My father was right. I am worthless

RRRIIINNNNGGG!!!

I jumped up, startled by the bell bringing me from my trance. I looked down at my notebook to see wet spots all over the blank page. I reached up and felt my face to see that I had tears running down it. I wiped my face hurriedly. Good thing I had on my hoodie and my head was down, or everyone would have seen me crying. I hate letting them see me cry.

I collected my things and was almost out the door before Mrs. Scott stopped me and asked in a soft tone,

"Are you okay Daya?" I looked up at her and managed to squeeze out a tiny smile.

"I'm fine Mrs. Scott. Thanks for asking, but I have to get to my next class." I told her walking out of the door.

I rushed to my next class seeing that I only have two more minutes before it starts. Luckily I made it in on time. People would point at me and laugh to their friends. I really want to know what's so fucking funny to them.

Is there something on my face?

Is it the fact that I'm an Omega?

Or is it my clothes?

What?

What the hell is these people problem with me? They don't even know me!

I can't wait to leave this damn hell. I hate my life.

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