The Rejected White Wolf

The harsh morning light filters through the dusty attic window, jolting you awake. A furious roar echoes from downstairs, "Tyler if you don't get your fat ass down here, so help me god I will have to drag you crying and screaming."

You scramble to your feet, glancing at the clock. 8:00 AM. You overslept, a rare and punishable offense. Yesterday's beating, on the anniversary of the Luna and your mother's death, was particularly brutal. Making breakfast for the entire pack, over 300 hungry souls, is now a frantic race against time.

You catch your reflection in a cracked mirror and cringe. They're right. Ugly. Fat. The same sad girl you've always seen. Only Amy, your friend from another pack, offers any comfort, but even she can't shield you from the Alpha's enforced hatred. Downstairs, a slap and a cruel insult greet you before you even reach the kitchen.