AT MOONLIGHT

"An Omega? She is a weak wolf; her identity will ruin our family," -Solene said as she looked uneasy, sweat all over her face as she paced around the room with her hands on her waist.

"I know, Solene. I needed the money and she was worth it." -Nikoilai reacted, showing off a very small bag of coins.

"She is a weakling! A bad luck, an Omega! Why didn't you find out who she was before bringing her into this Pack? Now they members of the pack are looking down on the supposed family she was adopted into. It's a good thing they don't know who she is"

Then she sat down on the soft mattress right opposite them as they stood. She poured in a jug of water into her glass and gulps it, cleaning off her sweaty skin with her cloth. The old lady lays down flat shutting her eyes and exhaling air.

After three seconds, she opened her eyes and called out to Lyra.

"Where is she? Where is that excuse of a wolf?"

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On a cold night, the moon was full and the lurking of the wolves could be heard from afar. The thought of anxiousness hit her as her eyes changed its color to gold.

She could feel her senses and her environment.

Then, stepped out from her room and went outside into the cold. But she didn't feel anything; it felt like she was being called from the unknown.

She went into the forests as if she knew her destination.

Then the soft call that woke her up decreased and her eyes changed to its normal color, she stood in fear, and tears rolled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw; it startled her as she made a move to run.

She woke up from her dream as sweats were filled up on her face with her heart racing most especially because Solene called out to her endlessly.

Then a loud yet rigid echo of her name was heard, she felt the voices that was doors away from her room.

Her heart palpated but not in excitement. She pushed her bed a little to the right and crawled into the big sized hole situated behind her bed stand.

It was her little secret; she closed the hole with her bed-stand and crawled away. As she crawled, a ray of sunlight shone on her face paving her way out and when the others were not looking, she grabbed the wooden buckets and ran off. Lyra was a weak omega yet beautiful, kind and selfless that her heart was so pure.

Her unique nature defined her inner wolf; she lived in the Crimson's pack with her foster family.

With the thought of her starting her life afresh with this new family seemed to have been the worst decision ever, she was maltreated all the time due to her weak nature which protruded as bad luck.

Lyra, being the weakest omega amongst her foster siblings; Emery and Zara was always very kind to them; she tolerated all insults and they despised her. They denied her in public and mistreated her.

Zara envied her the most due to her ravishing and alluring nature and decided to make her life a living hell. Even at the feet of mercy; Solene and Nikolai didn't love her like they did their children.

She had the power to feel, heal and control an element or a person. Even while she had these great powers, the pack viewed her as weak, Hence; bad luck. They hated her so much. She was on her way back when she saw a youngling sitting at the river bank crying.

She dropped her bucket and walked towards the youngling but as soon mason saw her come towards his direction he stopped crying for a second.

Lyra looked into the boy's eyes and caressed his face trying to numb his pain but she suddenly moved away from him and whimpered in fear, it was like a shock that penetrated into her, she was reminded of her dark past; a part of her she didn't want anybody to find out about.

She didn't want to frighten the youngling; she controlled a water bubble that splashed on him, making him chuckle.

At the sound of the big bell, she rushed and left. The big bell was rung whenever the Alpha was coming in for a visit but this time was different, the Alpha wasn't there rather the enforcers were trouping in with a violent rogue wolf. Lyra knew that wolf; she wondered what actually happened.