FREDA POV

Tears streamed down my face as I stared in shock at the rejection letter from Elmwood College. I couldn’t believe it.

It was my dream college, and I was almost certain I had aced their entrance exams, but now my hopes and dreams were in shambles. After everything I had been through, the pain was just too much to bear. I had applied to multiple colleges as a backup, but Elmwood College was where I put all my hopes in, and now those hopes were dashed.

I studied different books relating to the exams, and I had even secretly left the pack the day of the entrance exams, and I had successfully sneaked back on that same day. I risked my life there because the pack laws clearly stated that those who abscond the pack without taking permission would be regarded as a rogue and effectively be put to death.

Now, the result of my efforts was a blatant rejection. I re-read the letter to be sure I wasn’t imagining things but no matter how much I willed it. It didn’t change; it was still a rejection letter, and it felt like the letter was mocking me. I crumbled the letter in frustration and threw it into the dustbin.

I threw myself to the bed and stared at the ceiling in despair. This was supposed to be it, my escape from my pack and my family. This was supposed to be my time of freedom, away from the oppressions but now all my hopes were dashed.

My room was a mess of half-packed boxes and scattered clothes. I knew the letter would come today, so I was packing, thinking I would definitely be able to get in, but yeah, it just seemed like a mockery now. I turned to look at the posters of human bands and athletes that adorned my walls, but honestly, I couldn’t see their beauty anymore. The adorned walls felt more like a cage that trapped and confined me, passing a single message clearly: I would never be able to escape this pack.

I was a half human, half werewolf. Born from the union between an Alpha werewolf and a human. Shortly after my 12th birthday, my father and mother separated with my father bringing me to his pack to claim the Alpha title. I’ve been living here ever since but being a half human in a place filled with full-blooded werewolves was far from easy.

I had always felt like a misfit like I didn’t belong in this world. The treatment I got from the other pack members further solidified this feeling. Even my stepbrother and step-sister shunned me because of my half-human status, and my stepmother was just like the stepmothers you’d find in fairy tales: wicked, cunning, cruel, and straight-up evil.

My father also gradually changed towards me. He loved me, yes but he began to distance himself from me, seeing my humanity as a weakness, a limitation that made me less capable than my werewolf siblings. I was always vexed whenever I remembered his words. If he saw humanity as a weak species then why would he fall in love with my mother? A human and even went so far as to give birth to me only to separate from her because she was ‘weak.’ Why couldn’t just leave me with my mother? Honestly, I felt a migraine coming in when I tried to understand my father’s ideology.

So here I was. I was a misfit, ignored and scorned by my own family, Hated by the people I was supposed to call my own just because I was just a half-werewolf that hadn’t even awakened her wolf even though she had reached the ripe age of 18. My treatment in the pack was just slightly better than the omegas in the pack, it was truly a pathetic way to live.

“Why can’t I just be normal? Go to college, have a dorm room with fancy lights, make friends who talk about things other than dominance rituals and hunting seasons.” A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I buried myself into my pillow. It was just so unfair.

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