Aval's pov
my name is aval edward, the fourth-born child of alpha zack edward and luna sophia edward.
i am, sadly, the curse the whole blue moon pack fears.
my life turned sour right from the day i was born into this world.
sometimes i ask the moon goddess why she allowed me to be born, she should have just let me die at birth, rather than bring me into this world of misery.
the windows clatter, as a cold breeze blows into the anteroom, the curtains flicker in the wind.
my dishevelled hair flickers in the cold breeze, my eyes redden as tears fall down my eyes.
i stood transfixed looking at the man who had stopped frederick edward from pulverizing me.
frederick edwards's face reddens, his fist still clenched, he turns to look at the man that had stopped him from ending my misery of a life.
" dad! why did you stop me?"
he asked, as he flung his hands and kicked the air in frustration, his eyes gazed at me.
" you can't kill your sister."
"at least not now."
alpha zack edward said, his voice snarly, as he gazed at me, his eyebrows furrowed in disgust.
and yes, frederick edward is my elder brother, the next alpha of the blue moon pack.
since the incident with my mom, he had been the one spare heading every heinous act of maltreatment carried out against me.
my misery began immediately when i was born, my mom entered a coma after my birth.
that was the main reason the whole blue moon pack despises me.
my father alpha zack edward, my elder brother frederick edward, and my other two siblings all despise me as they all believe my mom, the luna, is in a coma all because of me.
the maltreatment i get from my family comes mostly from my elder brother, frederick edward.
each time he sees me, his countenance changes as if i have a demon scent reeking all over me.
to make matters worse, the pack seer had tagged me as the demon raiser.
she claims i am the manifestation of an ancient prophecy of doom upon the world of the shifters.
the prophecy holds that one among the werewolves shall arise and break the seal that had once locked away the demon king, releasing him to wreak havoc and take over the shifter's world.
she backs her claims with the fact that my eyes are bluish-green and my fur silver-white, quite different from the other werewolves.
since the day the seer tagged me as the demon raiser, the level of punishment and disdain i have received from not just my family but the entire pack has skyrocketed.
since i was born i have never felt happiness, no true love, it has been from one level of hatred and disdain to another.
sometimes i question the moon goddess for giving me different fur and bluish-green eyes.
her gift to me was a jinx to my life.
my life is such a mess.
the other day on my way to go trash dirt from the royal pack house, the disdainful look i got from an elderly woman really shocked me to my bone marrow.
i thought that was all, as i walked past the elderly woman, i felt a heavy hit, directly on my neck.
i fell down, screeching as i grabbed my stomach wincing in pain.
my head landed on a hard rock, my cranium gave a crack that made everyone around shudder and turn at the sound of it.
my eyes reddened, tears welled down my eyes, my eyes were blurry, and all i could hear were the buzzing sounds of people gathered around me.
i tried to stand, but my wobbling body wouldn't let me stand, so i staggered backwards.
the crowd behind me that was supposed to break my fall, paved way backwards, allowing me to fall completely to the ground, twisting my left hand.
my lip corner pulled down, my eyebrows raised in sadness as i looked at the crowd, some of them whom i know very well, they were all laughing scornfully at me.
i couldn't believe i was a member of this pack.
i just couldn't get myself to believe it.
"she is the reason her mom is in a coma.'' said an elderly man, the stench from his mouth was horrible. as he opened his mouth, i could see his poor dentition.
"yes," the crowd echoed.
"not just that, the seer has confirmed her to be the demon raiser," said a young lady, who i recognize to be anna, a member of the pack hunters.
the glint in her eyes was lecherous and her voice was laced with venom.
i wondered if by any chance she was related to my mom because the way she had been acting towards me lately was too extreme.
everyone shuddered back as she made those comments.
with my hands still holding my stomach, i managed to sit up as tears wells down my eyes, dropping vividly on the floor where i sat.
i wanted to say something, but i couldn't, coughing into my hands, i was shocked as my sputum was fully covered in blood.
i looked at the crowd as they battered words, their looks all vicious.
"wa…..it." my voice tremulous.
i managed to speak after taking a long deep breath, my knees on the floor as tears wells down my eyes uncontrollably.
"why are you people treating me like this?" i couldn't hold back the tears as i fell on the floor, weeping beyond control.
but i wished i hadn't done that.
i wished i had taken the brave step of running back into the royal pack house.
my father and siblings hated me, but not to the point of killing me, at least not yet.
as i lay on the floor, my eyes all reddening and swollen, i thought my tears would at least soften their hearts a bit.
but it didn't, i looked up only to receive a hot slap from an elderly man.
he was the pack spokesman, his look was quite intimidating and his voice snarly.
he gazed at me on the floor, as i screeched backwards in trepidation, my face reddened, touching my cheeks i felt smears of blood on my face.
turns out he had slapped him with his claws jolted out.
i couldn't take it anymore.
my eyebrows pull up, my fist clenches, and anger seethes up inside of me.
my tears dry up in an instant. i could take being mistreated by the royals, but certainly not from this scum bag.
my eyes shimmer in their rare bluish-green colour as i shift in an instant into my powerful and beautiful-looking wolf.
my little wolf inside of me leaps in joy, as i finally let her out, it was time for some action.
the spokesman was still unaware of what was happening, still talking as the crowds pointed their hands in trepidation behind him.
his jaw drops, his eyeslid pulled up, his pupils dilate as he stood transfixed.
"what the h…"
those words didn't come out of his mouth completely as i whipped my claws across his beaded face.
part of his beads was stuck in my claws, with my gaze fixed on him, my little wolf was infuriated, as she took full control.
as the spokesman raised his hands and head from the cow dung he had landed in, his eyebrows pulled up as i raced towards him in anger.
the whole pack went haywire, as some were running inside their houses.
some were grabbing their children and running inside their houses.
i was standing over the spokesman in my wolf form, anger reeking all over me.
before i could realize what was happening, the spokesman shifted into his wolf and jumped me.
i turned in trepidation, my heart throbbing fast upon the realization that i was now being surrounded by the pack hunters.
i felt a sharp sting beside my left ear.
my heart still throbbing, i looked back, it was one of the pack hunters, he had his gun aimed at me.
beads of sweat built up my cheeks as my head felt very heavy.
my body was cold, i felt very dizzy.
i squinted as i looked behind me, my hands went to my left ear, and i felt a long object stuck to my ear.
still having my gaze fixed on the pack hunter, i stuck out the object.
my eyes widened in surprise as i saw the object.
my heart throbbing faster than usual, as i gazed at the pack hunters in trepidation.
the sharp object was a tranquillizer.
the last thing i remember was falling flat to the ground with a loud noise, as my eyes gently dimmed out.
the next place i saw myself was in the council meeting.
my eyes gently open, as the light coming from the blue-coloured window above glistens on my face.
i opened my eyes and i felt heavy clamps at both my hands, looking up, my face met the alpha's impassive face.
the pack hunters had dragged me to my dad and accused me of trying to kill one of the pack members with my demonic powers.
my untidy hair flickers over my face as the cold breeze makes its way towards me from the door.
my head hangs down as tears wells down my eyes dropping silently on the tiled floor beneath me.
i was weeping because i knew my father, he wouldn't dare give me a chance to defend myself.
just as i thought.
"tie her to the post and bring me the wolfsbane whip specially made for her."
my dad said his voice was very cold and snarly.
i couldn't look at his face, my fist clenched as the guards tied me up on the stake in front of the whole pack.
tears welled down my eyes as i received every lash in agony and pain, while the whole pack laughed scornfully at me.
and this did i remember as i stood transfixed, looking at the man who saved me from frederick edward.
i shuddered backwards as alpha zack edward made his way down the stairs in a majestic walk, his eyes laced with venom and gazed all over me as if he were scanning me.
"fred, get the transport ready, we have a meeting to attend."
"and you, make sure this place is perfectly cleaned today, or i will feed your flesh to the dogs." his face was very stony, his fist clenched in anger.
"we are expecting someone very important today." he said as he moved his venomous gaze from me.
he signalled his guard who ran out to prepare his car as he made his way out of the anteroom, his feet hitting the tiled floor as if he was going to crush it.
i ran up the stairs, picking up the rag. i mopped the stairs very fast as my dishevelled hair flickers in the wind coming in from the window by my left hand.
my face brightens, my cheeks raised in happiness at the thought of having my father save me from death.
I knelt mopping with precision, little did i know that my life was about to go from frying pan to furnace.