Luna\silver's pov
4 years ago
Hi my name is Luna Silvia Petrova. I'm 12 years old and the omega of the pack, though if I was stronger than people in the pack would recognise me as the beta's daughter. But that's not the case, only because I was extremely weak. when I was born none of them believe I could become stronger. The wolves in my pack (the moonlight pack) are so mean.
Enough of that I've got to get back to my chores. I'm currently doing the dishes for the entire pack, around 80 wolves counting myself. And I'm almost done. "hey look there's that weak omega" My brother Tanner says to his friend Damien as they walk into the kitchen. "Not to mention ugly" Damien responds. And proceeds to push me to the floor and they walk out of the kitchen laughing.
I'll admit I'm not that pretty but I don't think I can be considered ugly. I'm about 4 1/2ft tall with white hair that goes down to my lower back and bright blue eyes.
I have the urge to chase after them and say something mean back, but I ignore it and get back to the dishes knowing how much trouble id be in.
Sometime later I finish and head back to my room, which is in the attic of the pack house. I lay on my makeshift bed which is just some old blankets on the floor with a single pillow. I know it doesn't sound comfortable but I'm used to it. I've been stuck sleeping like this since I was 5. The attic has one window and a small bathroom, along with the few things I've managed to collect over the years, I don't have much seeing as I'm stuck in the pack house most the time and I don't have any friends.
With the thought of how little I have I let sleep take over me.I jolt awake as i feel hands grab me. I try to scream but there is someone covering my mouth. I kick and try to punch them not knowing who they are. suddenly I feel something poke into my neck. Black dots start to cloud my vision as I find it harder and harder to move. Soon enough sleep takes me.
I wake up not remembering what happened until I go to stretch and felt something tied around my hands. I immediately start to panic looking around for anything to free myself with. I'm in a small room, no it's a tent I've never been in one but it's not hard to tell looking at the cloth walls and ceiling. I'm laying on my stomic with my hands tied behind my back.
I continue looking around seeing a post with a nail sticking out of it. I struggle to get up and go over to it. I turn around and lean against the post trying to find where the nail is. When I finally find it I start trying to use it to cut through the rope. I succeed in getting the rope off just as a man walks into the tent.
I back away as far as I can. He stops staring at the rope which is now laying on the ground next to the post. "So the men who found you were right, you do have much potential in being an excellent fighter"
I just stood there staring at him. The only thing that crossed my mind is that the first complement I've ever received came from a rogue that had just kidnapped me. I'm not sure weather to be happy or upset.
Luckily he continued to talk because I was speechless. " what is your name, also before you answer i should probably say that people out here never use there real names" I thought about it for a minute " my name is Silver " I tried to say confidently
"Silver, what a strong name, well Silver welcome to the rogue pack, now let's see if you can live up to your name"
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Silver
FantasiaHi my real name is Luna though I changed it long ago, and every day since I was born I've been told I was weak and teased for it. Weak werewolves were thrown out of there packs when they turned 16. What's different about me is that I was kidnapped...