What's wrong with me?

I was the unwanted.
I was the broken.
I was the girl no one wanted to be friends with.
I was the one who kept to myself scared of rejection.
I was the quietly smart one no one came close to.
I was the mate he didn't dare want.

She grew up in the pack without friends or support. Her extended family was there for her at a distance. None of the other wolves liked her at all. She was beaten, bruised and nearly killed on a weekly basis. Scars mar her skin. She's not beautiful anymore. They don't understand what it's like to be her. Never will they. Not even her mate.