All throughout the day, I kept to my usual routine of playing hide and seek from my most dangerous schoolmates. Though, not everyone were bullies, most just kept a blind eye if ever they saw someone getting bullied especially if the bully was the future King Alpha, his Beta and any other pack members deemed important.
Everyone feared being the brunt of any special unwanted attention given by the high-ranking high schoolers.
During the break after my second class, I run to the library where I knew from experience, most bullies did not go to unless forced by the teachers. I stay hidden in one of the cubicles until the bell rang and only walked to my next class after making sure everyone has gone into their classrooms. Fortunately for me, Damon was only in two of my classes.
My first class, which was Math by Mr. Bart, and my last class before going home which is Geometry. I may just have to skip that class depending on how brave I would be feeling by that time.
For lunch time, I ran to the bleachers and went all the way to the top. Bringing with me my drawing materials. There, no one would see me unless they were really searching, and I could just spend the hour drawing peacefully. Drawing for me was just like eating. It feeds my mind and relaxes my soul. I could just draw anything and forget any problems I have. Never mind lunch. I could just eat when I go to work at COMPWORLD where I work part time every after school.
The whole afternoon passed on peacefully, not one pack member from the Dark Midnight Pack paid any attention to me and I breathed a sigh of relief as I went to my final class of the day.
Before entering, I peeked to see if Damon Hunter or his officers had anything with them that could be a special gift for me but to my relief, they weren't in the classroom. I walked a little bit with confidence and sat on my chair just as Ms. Benter entered.
I was about to thank the Goddess for small blessings that Damon and group were not here when they entered, smirking slyly at me as they went to sit behind me. I did my best to calm myself. Breathing deeply and slowly, hoping they wouldn't have any more gifts to hand me.
Fifteen minutes to class dismissal. I can still feel them looking at me. Smirking. I keep looking at the time on my phone. Willing the numbers to move faster.
But then I felt my head go lighter and heard somebody gasp from behind. I looked behind me and I see Mark, Damon's future beta holding in his left hand a bunch of long hair. In horror, my hand slowly goes to my neck, feeling naked at that part of my body. Directly touching the scars covered previously by my hair.
They cut my long hair. All the way from my ponytail. I looked at Damon in the eye, then at Mark, still holding the hair they have cut. Seeing the smirk still present on their faces, but also seeing a little discomfort, knowing they have gone too far this time.
Tears start flowing from my eyes. I don't say even one word to them. I just keep looking at them and at the piece of me they have unmercifully slashed, still held in Mark's hand.
I just could not keep the tears from flowing anymore. I knew, the students behind them were all looking at me. Some sympathetic, some just shocked but no one says anything. It was after all Damon Hunter.
I slowly pick up my books and bag. Silently fixing my things as tears still flow down my checks and without saying a word, I stand up, and walk to the door. Not even acknowledging the teachers' reprimand at my rudeness for standing and walking out of the classroom even before the period ends and for not asking permission to get out early.
I just walk directly out the school gate. Not looking left nor right. I walk directly to the woods near the school. I just keep walking until I reach the denser part of the woods. Then I sit down by a tree. Placing my bag beside me as I fold my knees, embracing myself and cry. I softly sob, letting the tears flow down my cheeks. Doing my best to elevate all the pains I have saved inside me. Crying for the injustices I have received that day. Crying for a birthday with "special gifts."
It was after an hour that I was able to calm myself. Feeling one with the silent, slowly darkening woods. How I wished my wolf was fully developed and we could run freely throughout the woods.
Unfortunately, my wolf was as little and as weak as me. It hasn't developed fully yet. I know she was with me, because sometimes we talk. Sometimes we try to bring her out. I try to shift whenever she encourages me to try and bring her out. Unfortunately, after shifting my hands, where claws would appear and nothing more, I would be fainting, waking up the next day still in my normal little self.
This was why I was considered a runt. Bullied and belittled by most of the pack and of course, by most of the members of the other pack.
My mother died three months after giving birth to me of drug overdose. Unfortunately, she and my father, her mate met while doing drugs at a party. So, obviously I was formed while they may be doing drugs, intoxicated with drugs or just getting off of drugs.
My father was killed right after they confirmed my mother was pregnant with me and she met my stepfather at a party right after my father died. Who does that huh? I wasn't a hundred percent sure that was a real story but, my stepfather wouldn't be making a story as ewwwwwy as that. Would he?
My stepfather raised me, though with a lot of physical, emotional, verbal and mental abuse. I was still thankful that he at least let me grow up and be able to take care of myself. I mean, he could just have thrown me away as garbage right?
Though, I wasn't sure if my birth situation had any effect with my delayed shifting, I was still grateful I had a wolf though no one knows about her. I named her Marvy, short for marvelous. Because I know she is and would be a marvelous mighty wolf someday.
I knew female werewolves in my pack usually shifted at age fifteen, some shift early at age thirteen or fourteen and some shift late at age sixteen.
It was my seventeenth birthday, and still, I haven't shifted. But I didn't want to pressure Marvy into coming out when she was not ready. I know, the Goddess has a reason why she doesn't let me shift yet. And I will wait for the day that Marvy and I can run wild into the forest as far as we can, as far as the eyes can see.
My cellphone buzzed and I woke myself up from my deep flashback, looking and answering my phone.
"Lu-ann, where are you? I have to leave the shop now. Christine needs somebody to be here with her." It was Cherry, my boss at COMPWORLD, who was a human but a lot kinder than anyone of the werewolves I know.
I looked at the screen of my cellphone, only then realizing it was fifteen minutes past six. I've been here for more than an hour.
"Huh, something came up at school but I'm on my way there now." I replied, taking my bag and standing at the same time.
"Ok. I'll be leaving now but be sure to be here. Some parts will be coming in early tomorrow and I need you to rearrange the storage.
"I'll be there mam. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Just be here. Bye." At least, Cherry was her usually good self to me.
I walked from the woods to the shop, taking a shortcut. As I saw the building where the shop was, I felt the wind touching my neck and suddenly remembered my slashed hair. I didn't even know how it looked like. I just knew I wouldn't feel comfortable until my head and neck scars were covered.
I detoured to a shop near the COMPSHOP and looked for a knitted bonnet. It was stretchable and can be adjusted to cover at least half of my neck. I will just have to be careful with my neck movements.
I volunteered to be the stock girl once I entered the shop, needing to be away from people. Wanting to be alone for a while. I rearranged previous computer parts in boxes and neatly stocked all boxes on one side to give way for the incoming stocks. This is one of the reasons why my boss loves me. I carry boxes like human men and she did not have to hire a male because I can do the duties they can do. She always marveled that I could carry heavy boxes but I never tell her female werewolves are stronger than their human counterparts.
After four hours of hustling, I was ready to go home, tired, hungry and sleepy. At least I would be able to sleep once I get home. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.