Candance’s POV

Abomination, freakshow, and a curse on the land bestowed upon this monstrosity.

These words were playing in the back of my mind while the lash was being applied to my back, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling out of my eyes despite the pain that was still present in my back. When the force of the whip peeled away at my skin, I could feel my own flesh ripping apart.

"You like that huh? I heard someone yell in my ear, "You weirdo!" but I didn't pay any attention to what they said. Although I was making an effort to push through the discomfort, it was becoming too much for me to bear. My back was covered with so many wounds and scars that it would be difficult for anyone to locate an area on it that was not damaged in some way (wounded or scarred).

The beastly voice said, "Why don't we do that again!" as it unleashed another onslaught of whip lashes on my back. "Why don't we do that again!" I was being punished for merely existing, and as a result, my hands and knees began to weaken under the pressure of the pain that came with each stroke. I was leaning against the wall.

The crack of the whip could be heard in the air as it came down for the second time. This time, it struck with more force and accuracy, striking out at my spine. I had reached the point where I could no longer control or handle the pain, and as a result, I sank to my knees.

"Who in the Hell told you that you could rest?!!" The voice continued, and at the same time I felt someone pull forcefully at my hair, I saw a flash of red across my eyes. At the same time, my scalp felt like it was being torn from my own skull because of the force. "That little slutty crap show believes she can relax! Until I have finished with you, no abomination will be able to find peace and quiet.

After shoving me against the wall for the second time, my assailant pulled me up and held me there. I could only groan in agony as the whip struck me one more time.

My wolf yelled at me, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" and then continued, "You keep clinging to the illusion that you would be able to make peace with this monster!"

He is my companion. I can't just leave." I responded to her, at which point I became the target of her annoyance and violence.

"Oh, your partner is effing and blinding you you to death! You foolish fuck!" Another growl came from my wolf, and this time I understood her hostility. I was putting us through utter pain for the sake of clinging to this unhealthy relationship for as long as I possibly could.

The reason for this is because we have a child, and I felt a responsibility to safeguard her. Even if it meant that I had to bear the majority of the suffering by myself, I would do it.

"What the hell was that stupid Moon Goddess thinking when she cursed me to be your mate?" A strike fell on my back, and I lurched down in pain at how strongly it connected to my spine. While this was happening, the voice of my companion continued.

The punches kept coming down on me, and within my thoughts, my wolf was roaring at me and berating me for continuing to take this.

—-

The hours went by, and all the while, my daughter Chloe was dozing off on a meager and sparse mattress. She had such a serene expression on her face that I couldn't help but swallow back my tears as I apologized to her in my head for the torment I was putting her through. I had the constant urge to get away, but there was just too much for me to process at the time. I was far too frail and had no use whatsoever, but I vowed that I would never let my child go through what I had. I had to figure out how to get out of this situation.

While I was looking at my baby, I had the sensation that something was burning me up, as if a powerful presence was holding me down to the ground. I carefully pulled away from Chloe so that she would not become involved in this mess that was going on.

It wasn't bad enough that I was just tortured earlier by my own mate; now I have to deal with this as well. The door opened, and there he stood: Alpha Thomas, gazing fiercely at me. I felt the entire weight of his Alpha Command bearing down on me. It was almost as if he could not get enough of the cruel treatment.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I tell him in an angry tone, and I notice a smirk on his face. When I addressed him, I did not use the appropriate title.

"Oh, well, well, getting feisty, aren't we?!" While he was lifting me off the ground and pinning me against the wall, Thomas Alpha muttered something to me in a menacing voice. I attempted to get away from him but he was too strong. His eyes glared at me even more fiercely, and I knew that he was mind connecting.

Alpha Thomas, with a sneering grin, dragged me across the space, and he continued to drag me until we reached the exterior of the pack house, where a large number of the pack's members had congregated, and they were behaving in a manner that suggested they were in some kind of a frenzy.

"I demand complete silence!" He threw me into the field, where I landed with a dull thud, and Alpha Thomas growled out at once, which caused everyone to go very silent. Indignantly, he proclaimed, "Today, I shall teach this filthy, accursed Omega a lesson." Omega was the antagonist in this story. "You shall feel regret."

It was my own father who was the first one to move when he suddenly snapped his fingers. Some of the other members of the pack followed suit. They were holding him in their arms, and he did not put up any resistance to it.

They brought him before the Alpha, where he flashed a grin in his direction. My grandfather did not make much movement; he was simply staring at him in shock the entire time.

The way Thomas was staring at me and then at him helped me figure out what he was planning to do.

“NO!” I said as loud as I could, "I am the one who dared to defy you! Please don't involve my dad in this!

The Alpha scoffed at this and approached my father. As he raised my father off the ground, his hand gradually morphed into claws. Then, in a single violent action, Alpha Thomas thrust his clawed hand through my father's chest, piercing and impaling him. I was able to see his heart, which had been ripped open and destroyed by the clawed paw of the Alpha, which had punched a hole through him.

My name is Candance Mitchell, and this miserable existence is pain.

Candance's POV

When my father, who has since passed away, would often tell me that I was to blame for my mother's death, it was the first time I ever experienced the feeling of guilt that comes along with it. As my mother passed away while giving birth to me, the other members of the pack made it a point to tease me about how I was to blame for the loss of my father.

Even Dahlia was feeling downcast and miserable. She had a deep-seated hatred for him because of what he had put us through. Even though he was still our father, she was saddened by his dying because he was still a part of our family.

Chloe was oblivious to the events transpiring around her and was unconcerned about the passing of her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that she had a grandmother who had passed away; her grandfather had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly recognized even her name.

My fingers went numb from the constant kneading of the flour, and after I had thrown away the delicious pancakes that I had produced, the other members of the pack unexpectedly said that they wanted British meat pies and scones. They were unsuccessful, but I was going to order the pancakes anyhow so that my daughter and I could have them later.

I made a concerted effort to keep my mind on polishing the dough rather than allowing feelings of melancholy and loss to get in the way of my work.

As soon as I removed my hands from the dough and looked at the stove, I noticed that the meat pie filling I had been preparing had caught fire. After swiftly turning off the burner, I grabbed the hot pot, but my hands quickly became burned, so I dropped it as soon as possible. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and its contents spilled out into the ground.

When I lost my balance and fell to the ground after taking a blow to the back of my head, my face fell upon a pot that had been burned. I yelled out in agony as the pain spread across my face. The searing pain of agony was experienced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" / "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelled at and dragged up by someone who grabbed my hair and called me a "bitch."

That turned out to be Jasmine, the mate of the Beta. Another individual who made an effort to make my life difficult and whose harshness appeared to have increased as a result of my pregnancy.

She glared at me and growled, "What else are you good at besides spreading your legs?" charring the fillings of the pork pies?"

I screamed, "Let me go, Jasmine!" but it was hard for me to get her hands off of me since she was holding me so tightly. As she smacked me across the face once more, the pain in my skin was excruciating.

She was furious with me and cried, "How dare you talk to me like that! Are you aware of how much money meals may cost? No no, you don't! You are in such a pitiful state that you are unable to purchase dreck! She continued,

I fell onto the poured filling as a result of her pushing me, and she said, "Wait till the Alpha finds about how you wasted and burned food."

"Give me permission to take care of this whore!" Dahlia let out a hiss.

When I yelled, "Dahlia, stop," I could feel her canines and claws erupting as she aggressively gained possession.

She yelled, "Stupid bitch!" before lunging at Jasmine, who appeared frightened and stunned by her attack.

She was about to launch a claw assault at Dahlia's face when she was suddenly thrown off her feet. Dahlia's attacker.

I was in excruciating pain, and she was shrieking as she hit the well. I was quickly able to recover authority.

The Beta, Louie, was standing in front of me and directing an angry gaze in my direction. I was lifted into the air by as I spoke in a meek manner while being dominated by his aura. After that, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and he exerted a forceful pressure on them while his claws sliced into my skin. I was able to make out the rage in his eyes as he bellowed, "How dare you damage my partner?"

I overheard Jasmine making a moaning sound as if she was in pain and saying, "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" Oh my god, I am so terrified that I have hurt myself.

His partner's comments, as well as the fact that the infant was brought up, appeared to incite his fury. I was dragged out of the kitchen and led outside of the packhouse while he made the following comment: "I will deal with you before Alpha ever gets back."

I was dragged out of the kitchen and brought outside to the rouges' torture facility, which was located outside the packhouse. While I was being brought there, Chloe yelled after me, "Mummy...mummy...where are you going?" As she ran away from the location where she had been playing by herself, she pleaded with someone to "please just leave her alone."

"Move out of the way, you dog!" Beta Louie yelled as she kicked and knocked over my child, causing her to land on the ground on her back. This time, I cried a lot as I watched her get humiliated in such a manner, and it broke my heart. I was powerless to console her, and even after he removed me from the room, I could still hear her crying out for help.

He shoved me inside the cage that resembled a box and slammed the door behind us with a resounding bang. I was tied to a chair and positioned in that position. Although this wasn't the first time I had been here, I wasn't concerned about the punishment that he would inflict upon me because I was well familiar with it. On the other hand, due of the venom that shone in his eyes, I couldn't help but be a bit frightened about what he would end up doing to me.

He rapped his knuckles and looked at me for a little period before saying with a sneer, "I don't think we should use the chair." He then cracked his knuckles again. As he loosened the straps, he mumbled something about "after I am done with you." He hissed at me, "You will be sorry that you were born."

As he grabbed me and led me there, I could make out shackles and chains dangling from the top bar of what appeared to be a high jump post.

With a growing sense of dread in my chest, I questioned, "What are you going to do?" This has never been done to me, nor have I ever seen it done to anyone else.

He instructed me to stand underneath it and continued by saying, "You'll see." He picked up some gloves from a neighboring table that also contained a variety of instruments of torture.

As he placed the gloves on and grabbed up my right hand, the cuff that was wrapped around it was being tightened, and I let out a cry of anguish. The fact that the cuffs were silver let me immediately comprehend the rationale for his decision to wear gloves.

After that, he beamed with pleasure when the second hand was successfully fastened to the subsequent silver cuff, which caused the expression of agony on my face to contort. He made his way over to the whips and picked one of them to begin his self-flogging.

I was caught between the burning sensation caused by the silver shackles on my hand and the impact of the whip on my back, which had silver spikes embedded in it. The shackles on my hands were causing the burning sensation. I bit down on my screams in an effort to deny him the satisfaction, but it only made both my misery and his torment worse. I was the one who was in worse shape. I had exhausted all of my options.

"Would it be all right if I did?" Dahlia asked

Sure, thank you, I replied while grinning to myself inwardly.

My recovery was being helped along by Dahlia, and I could feel the wounds on my back beginning to heal and the blood leaving my body as they did so. I didn't think the Beta would care because the Alpha was the one who told me not to heal myself while he was humiliating me. I didn't think the Beta would worry.

Beta Louie hissed at him and asked, "How dare you?" Did you just put an end to the pain? This time, the whip broke, but it did not land on my back. I shrieked out in anguish as it landed on my torso and whipped across my breast as it said to me, "You appear indestructible."

"I will break you," he threatened as he approached me from behind the table, took a syringe from his pocket, and stabbed it into my leg in order to inject its contents into my body. "I will break you!" I could feel my body weakening, and I became increasingly uncoordinated in all of my limbs. When a second syringe was inserted into the other one of my legs, I had the same reaction, but it was considerably worse. It consisted of silver as well as wolfsbane. As the liquid worked its way through my body, I felt a wasting away of my limbs and a dulling of my senses. I was helpless to put up a fight; I couldn't even feel Dahlia's presence. After stabbing me in the stomach, he twisted the knife in my stomach, which caused me to scream out in pain.

He then took the knife from its sheath, moved it back to my thighs, and said, "Let's see you heal yourself now." After that, he let out a hearty laugh. He tore off a piece of my skirt and then began drawing on the area of my skin that was visible. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even attempt to read what he had written, and I had no idea what he had written.

He stabbed the knife into my thighs once again while I struggled to keep my eyes open, my breathing became more rapid, and I noticed that blood was running down both of my legs.

He jerked my face up and said, "I don't know why you are still maintained in this pack." While he was doing this, he seized my jaw between his fingers. He continued, saying, "Lie ought to have gotten rid of you a very, very long time ago."

He barked, "Both you and that worthless mutt ought to be kicked to the curb." So you went ahead and had a child, and you had the audacity to pretend that it was his.

I pleaded with you in a feeble manner, "Let my child out of this." There is no need for you to hold a grudge against her.

He punched me in the face and said, "Bold of you to believe that you can talk back at me!" as he left the room. He drew a long line with the knife down my sides and said, "Because you have a cursed mutt for a child, that is the reason why you wish to hurt my child and my partner."

As he thrust the knife into my sides, I let out a scream from the pain.

It was necessary for me to implore Beta Louie to "please, please." I pleaded for pardon because I could not bear the amount of suffering any longer. He gave me an evil grin and muttered, "I believe I have had enough with you," before hurling the knife away and removing the handcuffs from his wrists.

While I was falling, my head hit the ground, and I immediately started crying.

He yelled at me while kicking me hard and told me to make sure I got back to the packhouse in time to make supper for everyone and to be at Jasmine's side to tend to her needs. "Make sure you get back to the packhouse in time to make dinner for everyone!"

When he emerged from the torture cell and abruptly shut the door behind him, I was startled. As he walked away, I was lying in a pool of blood, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of there alive.

—-

When she flung the dish at me, I dove to avoid it, and it smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.

She wailed and exclaimed, "I don't want anything!" As she proceeded to insult me, I began to tremble out of dread that the Beta would re-enter the room and punish me for disturbing his mate. "That stinks fucking nasty, hell, it smells as bad as you."

Today, he was responsible for my injuries, and I was still bleeding and in pain all over my body.

I was able to escape the torture chamber and find my way back to the packhouse. As soon as I got there, I went straight to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, all the while being ridiculed and teased by the other members of the pack about how I looked, why beta didn't kill me, and why I shouldn't be putting blood in their food.

I had accomplished my goal of making their dinner without being smacked or suffocated. I was also able to escape the kitchen without being discovered by the warriors, who, if they had caught me, would have used me for the entirety of the night as was their tradition.

I halted my movement and stood in front of Jasmine as she moaned. She made it clear that she wanted a certain dish, which I prepared for her, and now she was moaning that it had an unpleasant flavor.

I staggered into the kitchen as I heard her cry, "Go prepare some soup for me right now!" and she demanded that I do it for her. I finished it up in a hurry and handed it over to her. When she glared at me while accepting the meal, I waited for her to give me instructions while I waited for her to accept the food.

"Get away!"

In response to her comments, I exited the area she was in and went into the kitchen. I was in charge of finishing the dishes and cleaning up the messes that the other members of the pack had made. After I had finished for the day, I made my way down to the basement while still carrying the pancakes that I had planned on selecting earlier.

Since I hadn't seen Chloe since we left the institution where people were being tortured, I believed that she was probably in the basement with Fluffy playing. After arriving at my destination, I went inside. The object I was holding gave way as I let out a piercing shout in response to the scene that I saw, and then it plummeted to the ground.

Candance's POV

I approached her and yelled, "No!" as tears streamed down my cheeks. What I was seeing was unbelievable.

Chloe lying on the ground, dazed and soaked in her own blood. I knelt beside her and pulled her up.

"What happened, baby?" I inquired. "How did you end up?"

"It's the Beta," she coughed, spitting blood from her lips. It happened when he kicked me."

I kept my mouth shut. I dashed over to the mattress and threw her down. I couldn't take her to the pack doctor because we couldn't enter a hospital and I couldn't heal her on my own.

I brushed her blonde hair to the side and touched her face as I noticed her face become paler as she became weaker and coughed up spurts of blood. When I removed her top, I noticed a gash-like wound on her torso.

"How could he have harmed our pet in this manner!" shouted Dahlia.

"First, we need to find a way to heal her, and I don't know what to do," I informed Dahlia, "so please calm down."

Dahlia stayed silent for a long time, and I turned my gaze to Chloe. She suffered numerous sicknesses since she relocated at the age of three. She turned out to be a silver wolf like myself because, unlike her, I had not gone through premature shifting, which had considerably debilitated her owing to the difficult shifting process.

"That's all there is to it! Encourage her to talk to her wolf to help her heal; I'm confident it will work!" Dahlia made a remark.

I agreed with Dahlia and reared Chloe.

"Baby," I said to her as I leaned her up against the wall.

She said gently, "Yeah, Mama," adding, "I feel so wobbly. Is it possible that I will perish? "Will I get to meet Grandma?"

"No, baby," I wept, shaking my head in astonishment at her words. You're not going to perish. You'll be living for me. You'll be OK."

"The Beta's mate said I was going to die," she grumbled.

"No, darling, you won't," I murmured, taking her face in my hands. I'd like you to do something special for me, sweetie."

I smiled at her, remembering how clever she was for her age and how I knew she could do it.

"I want you to tell Calla to help you recover," I told her. Calla, I want you to talk to your wolf."

"OK, mum, but Calla appears to be as tired as I am."

"I want you to try so you don't feel fatigued any more."

She nodded before speaking quietly to her wolf for a while. I quickly noticed her exerting herself, which indicated that she was attempting to recuperate. When I raised her shirt to examine the wound, I noticed that it was gradually healing. My face lit up with a smile.

"You did it, you both did it," I said playfully, shaking her cheek. Now I'd like you to cough to see if there's any blood." She did, but there was no blood to be found.

You're alright, baby, I said her as I hugged her tightly.

I'm hungry, she said, smiling and nodding toward me.

"Honey, I don't think there will be food tonight," she replied, and my face fell. I turned to inspect the squashed pancakes on the floor, but they were unpalatable.

"I got it, mummy," she murmured as she plopped down on the bed. "I'm going to bed right now." Well, I'll get you some food tomorrow."

"And one day we will live in a beautiful house with plenty of food and maybe I can get a daddy, it will be wonderful and we will be happy," she nodded and grinned, exposing the gap left by her missing teeth.

Despite the grime on her face and the shredded, bleeding clothes she wore, she appeared to be an angel.

I kissed her on the cheek and murmured, "Go to sleep, child," as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As I sat down next to her, I crossed my hands over hers, hoping to get some sleep as well.

I couldn't sleep that night since I could tell Dahlia wasn't at comfortable. She was feeling worried and enraged at the same time. I got out of bed because I wanted to chat to her.

"What's the matter, Dahlia?"

"I have a feeling something is going to happen," she exclaimed.

"I don't comprehend you".

"First and foremost, I'm angry that that moron Beta nearly murdered my baby, and secondly, I'm afraid because I have a feeling something horrible is about to happen."

"Let's go to bed, Dahlia."

"I'm thirsty; let's get some water," she said.

I smirked at her and rose to my feet. I looked around to make sure Chloe was asleep before exiting the basement to get water.

I threw away the water bottle and began to leave the kitchen, happy that I hadn't run into anyone, when I felt the Beta's hand wrap around my neck.

"Are you trying to steal something?" he asked in my ear. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"Please let me go," I shook.

"What if I say no and kick you to the ground like I did that small one of yours?" he laughed.

That's all there is to it!

Dahlia snarled, "Let me at the bastard!" when Chloe was mentioned.

I didn't fight her this time because she took the initiative. Her canines became longer as her claws developed.

She grabbed the Beta's hand and began twisting it. He screamed in agony and shock. Dahlia pushed him to the ground, then pounced on him and cut his face with her claws, leaving bloody lines in the process.

He growled, releasing his powerful aura, and forcibly pushed her away from him. Dahlia promptly retreated as we reached the wall, and I recovered control. I tried to get to my feet and leave, but he materialized in front of me and grabbed me, barking, "I'm taking you to the Alpha."

"No! Please!" I cried as he dragged me to Alpha's quarters and up the stairs.

I noticed Thomas the Alpha standing outside the door, so I assumed the beta had already mind linked him.

"What did she do now?" he rolled his eyes.

In front of the Alpha, he hurled me to the ground, calling me "your useless mate." "I did it!" He pointed to his own face.

"I'm sorry," I wept.

"Go in the room and strip!" hissed Alpha Thomas.

I got to my feet and walked into the room, fumbling with my clothes.

"I'll take it from here," he said as he entered the room and slammed the door behind him.

As he approached, I turned to face him and exclaimed, "Oh dear, you're really in for it!" before he jumped on me.

I was bleeding everywhere and between my legs when he got off and reached for the whip. When the cold air touched over my skin, I shook.

He made fun of me and said, "Oh my dear, are you cold?" before beating me repeatedly. He seemed to like it more the more I yelled in pain.

The agony was unbearable, so I begged him, "Please Alpha," and "Just kill me." I had given up hope of enduring it any longer.

"Kill you and give you an easy end to your suffering?" he joked as he approached me on the floor. No way, honey, I'm not going to do that." "Worthless slut," he snarled after pulling one of my folded legs out and reading what Beta had scrawled with the knife. He smiled when he read the words on the next leg.

He looked at me with cloudy eyes, making me wonder what kind of agony he would face next. I suffocated.

"Get out of bed and stretch."

To prevent further aggravating him, I hopped up as soon as I could on my unsteady legs and lay down on the bed. I was lying there, my face pressed against the sheets. I wailed in agony as soon as I felt a knife enter my back.

He was writing on my already open back wound. I had no idea what he was chopping. Only when the pain became unbearable did I begin to cry. I was so exhausted that I couldn't even yell.

"I notice you aren't screaming in pain, I guess this doesn't hurt enough," I said as he stabbed the knife into my back. He pulled out the knife and resumed the violence.

"Just kill me already!" I yelled in agony.

"No, I've got one more surprise for you."

I heard the door open and someone enter before I recognized the voice within.

"Mummy."

Chloe was present.

When I raised my head to look at her, she was starring at me and the man she didn't realize was her father. She was standing in the room, as usual, cuddling fluffy.

"What are you going to do to her?" I yelled, since I didn't want him to kill her like he did my father.

He smiled and pulled her over, saying, "She's going to join us in the fun."

She stayed there, staring at me as though she required my approval.

"I said get here, you mongrel!" he said as he walked over to her and slapped her across the face. I had to act quickly as she sobbed. I got out of bed, took a syringe from the bedside shelf, and moved over to stab him in the neck.

He scowled at me and exclaimed, "Bitch!" as he realized what I had done.

He was already more vulnerable, so I wasn't going down quietly.

"I'll finish you right this second," he said as he slammed me against the wall.

"Leave her alone!" Chloe exclaimed as she raced up to us and slammed his knee. I reached for the bedside light, lifted it, and slammed it into his skull as he turned to face me again after kicking her away.

Before falling, Alpha Thomas thumped the earth.

I quickly grabbed Chloe and dashed out of the room. I staggered into the basement with her in my arms, having neglected to dress. The chilly air searing my wounds made me hiss in pain.

As soon as I arrived, I put Chloe to bed and began loading the sack with all of our belongings. We had to depart before Alpha Thomas awoke since we were out of time." Finally, someone is fleeing!

Dahlia laughed.

"Dahlia, please stop from being caustic at this moment; we must depart promptly. "Are you capable of healing?"

“No! Despite our dire circumstances, we can deal with the wounds."

I finished collecting our possessions, put on a plain gown, and grabbed Chloe.

"Where are we going?" she said as we crept out of the pack house.

"We're going far away from here, sweetheart," I answered, knowing we were still on the pack grounds as we successfully navigated the dense woodland after leaving the home. We continued walking after eluding the patrol men, getting closer and closer to the borders.

When we were almost there, I threw Chloe and the luggage across the border.

I crouched to her level and looked at her sorrowful eyes and tiny hands clutching fluffy.

"I need you to change into your Wolf, and I need you to let Calla take control," I pushed. "I need you to do something for me, baby."

"Are we going?"

"Yeah, sweetie, we are."

"And when we have a big house, food, and a father, we'll be happy."

I didn't want to dampen her spirits, so I nodded. We had no choice but to run, even though I had no idea where we would find refuge or what the rest of the world had in store for us.

When she dropped the fluffy, I helped her sit down on the floor.

"You need to focus and let Calla speak, okay?"

After nodding, she sat down. Soon after, she began to shift, her small claws showing pale silver fur and canines.

She wasn't yelling as loudly as she had been in the past, and soon a beautiful pup with silver fur was standing on all fours in front of me.

"Calla," I answered with a smile.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

I stood up and smiled at her before doing what I was supposed to do.

It was time for me to do my job, so I stood up and smiled at her.

Afterwards I felt as if all relationships and connections had been cut. "As an omega in your pack, I, Candance Mitchell, accept your rejection." If Alpha Thomas and I want to go rogue from now on, so be it."

I swiftly transformed into a wolf and handed Dahlia the reins. "Choose fluffy Calla," she murmured, approaching the sack and putting it in her mouth.

Calla treated fluffy similarly.

"So, we're doing this?" Dahlia was questioned.

"You're absolutely correct."

Following that, we dashed towards the forest while crossing borders.

We were outlaws.

We went a little further and came across a clearing.

"We need to spend the night here," Dahlia told me, "because if we walk any further, we might collapse."

"All right, Calla is exhausted."

We were about to fall asleep when we heard bushes rustling, and I could feel Dahlia's anxiousness rising again.

"Calm down, Dahlia," I hissed, recognizing what was going on.

Six large wolves sprang out of the bushes, and I knew they weren't rogues. They resembled skilled pack warriors and were enormous.

"What are we going to do?" Dahlia was the one I asked.

"I don't know, it appears that they are out to kill," Dahlia felt a whiff of something as she moved backwards to cover Calla from them. A wonderful smell. That satisfied us and smelled delicious.

Could it be?

A massive black wolf charged in front of us, putting himself between us and the warriors. It was the biggest wolf I'd ever seen, and his fur glistened in the moonlight.

It turned to us, starring at us with those gleaming black eyes, and it was as if the world stopped for a second before Dahlia whispered the word I never expected to hear.

'Mate'