Maya
I stand in the shower for over half an hour, thinking about the pack I never got to be a part of—I was an outsider, but according to Finn, I'm now supposed to fight my sister for the alpha position.
My hand touches my chest, and white hair falls over my shoulders in clumps. I'm conflicted. Do I even want to lead my old pack? Crying won't pave the way to acceptance, so I never allowed myself to cry and feel self-pity because I lacked a werewolf.
I fought to be respected for who I am, and look at me now—there is no werewolf pack by my side. My kind couldn't accept me as part of the pack, and the people surrounding me today are humans.
A voice sighs inside of my head. It sounds like a cunning female. 'But if you became the alpha, then you could make it so that the Winterbite pack accepted everyone, even the children born without a wolf.'
My eyes widen. "Who said that?"