The Luna s Broken King

I've always hated the dark. I wouldn't say I'm scared of it, but not being able to see if something is coming has always scared me. I think that's why they stick me in this dingy makeshift room. If I can't see them coming, then I can't run away. Not like I would make it far anyway. 

Flea. That's what my pack calls me. My real name is Bree, but that doesn't make a difference. The Alpha's son gave me that nickname and it caught on with the rest of the pack quickly. I've learned not to react to the disrespectful name after the first time. I remember the beating I got after calling Jacob an idiot the first time he said it. 

Jacob. The bane of my existence. Since he's the Alpha's son he gets away with bullying me in any way he wants. I'm deemed lower than the Omegas in the pack because my parents were rogues, and to make matters worse, I didn't shift into my wolf form on my sixteenth birthday. A rogue's daughter without a wolf form. A lot of people say it's karma for my parents leaving their pack. I, on the other hand, think I'm cursed. I've all but given up on a better life and instead have learned to keep my head down.