What It Is To Burn

He’s here, watching me.
He knows that I won’t forgive him for what he has done to me.
To us.
Yes, I know what he is.
An Alpha Werewolf
But he didn’t want me. He never wanted me, until I came back three years ago.
They, the pack, had called me weak, ugly, and even fat. They made me what I am today. A fighting, cold hearted Bitch. Yes, I had joined another pack. One that I consider my family. A family for the one that I never had. My parents hated me, same with my brother. They and the others didn’t want me in the pack, so I had left. Shifting into my snow white wolf, and left.
I had left, and came back three years later.
A new me.
A new pack.
It all started when my old pack’s Alpha had rejected his mate.
Rejected me.