When I look around I see disgust written across their face. They call me weak and try to treat me like I'm a pice of garbage, a trashy person, I've been called so many names, I can't even remember all of them, but.... they don't even faze me any more. The only support I receive is from my best friends, two to be more specific and the Alpha of my pack, everyone else hates me, or better said they are disgusted by me. Before I use to feel pain when I saw that disapproval and hateful looks replaced the sweet loving ones, but now it just became a part of my life. I'd probably be bullied too if I wouldn't be able to protect myself and if my best friends wouldn't help me too, but even in those I have certain limits which I hate, I like to be able to reach my potential but I'm not allowed to. I hate my life right now, but I don't show it, I keep it for myself and try to enjoy what I'm able to do. I try to live a happy life Yet ,with all this things hardening my life, hope still burns inside of me, it is more like a smolder vulcano, that waits to erupt. I dream to find my true love, my soulmate, to be able to show my real power and stop living trough lies, because I fear I might end up believing them, believing my own lies . And all this should became true when I turn seventeen. But what if more lies appeare and they interweave with unknown intrigues, secrets are revealed, promises are made and broken and the consequences of this come crushing down on my. (Formerly known as "Omega?hmm...nope. The strongest werewolf?better"
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