It was a very cold, lonely night. The only sound was that of the leaves giving a light crunch from underneath my thick boots. And the biting wind which signaled the oncoming winter.
My name is Emerson Mae. I don't know my last name, for I was never given one. I've been told that I was left on the doorstep of an Alpha and his wife, wrapped in a yellow blanket with a note that read "Take care of our Emerson, her middle name is Mae. If you can not care for her find someone who will." The note was signed "The loving parents."
I would love to believe that the last part is true, but after the life I was given I choose to beleive the opposite. The pack they left me with was cruel. My story isn't that of a half way beaten to death Omega but I'm not too far behind.
Not knowing what my lineage was, or if I was even a werewolf, I was automatically given the title Omega. I was bullied, and even though my status was low I was still held at higher expectations than everyone else. I had to work for every bite of food and every drop of water that was given me. I never knew love, no one even liked me. Until my 16th birthday.
Then I was feared. As tradition goes all werewolves, even the weakest, will transform on their 16th birthday. Mine came unexpectadly the minute the clock struck midnight on January 1st. The few objects I possessed in my small room began to levitate dancing around me in a purple light. Then they exploded.
As the objects blew apart I began to shift. The excruciating pain coursing through my veins with each item that was destroyed. I was told by those who walked in on me that I too was floating in the air, as my bones cracked and I screamed and writhed in pain.
Later on in the day it was discovered that I was not only a werewolf, but a witch too. So who ever my parents were most have been drunk out of their minds when they made that decision. Nevertheless it is what I was.
Seeing how powerful I was scared the pack. More importantly it scared the Alpha who thought I would go after his son and try to take his spot. I was strong before I shifted, and now that I was a hybrid who knew how powerful I truly was or could become? As a result I was banished. But the training I was given never left me, and I soon became dangerous.
When I first left I took up odd jobs in return for money or shelter. Anything from handling livestock to repairing machinery I would do. But it soon came to be not enough.
As word spread about me and my genetics I was turned away from those who would've helped me for my honest work. I was a dangerous woman. And in today's world there are only two spots for people like me... leaders or assassins.
Knowing that I could never be the former, due to having no pack or rogue followers, I became the latter. I developed both my magic and my wolf into a lethal combination. And money's never been easier to come by.
It's been almost 4 years since I was kicked out of my pack. I'm strong, independant, rich enough to fulfill my needs and deadly. What could go wrong.
My reputation spread like wildfire. And I became known as Death's Door. I slowly molded my personality to this title, at least the one I showed to the public. My personal thoughts and feelings were just that, personal. However, I've grown tired of this lifestyle, so I took up possibly the worst possible job.
If I succeed I'll be rich enough to retire early, never having to worry about money again. And if I fail I will be killed for trying to murder possibly the most powerful Alpha in the world. Either way... I won't have to be an assassin anymore.