Twice Rejected

e raised my hopes, only to send it to the ground to fall an

and many of our peers, we all eagerly waited for our wolves. We were filled with

d mostly found our mates by the time we were eighteen. So

, I watched my sister and all our other peers shift to

y wolf... I wa

for me, I walked back home with my head bowed and cr

and to shower me with her insults again. Luckily for h

child, you would have shifted like the rest of your peers. This is your punish

tterness but I had no choice. I have nowhere to go. I spent three

ould be happy now, right? It should have been a thing of

wolf but it wasn't a wolf, but more like a baby goat! My wolf wa

and it never spoke to me. I guess we are on the

d anyone who wanted to, bullied me at their will. And that was because it was now certain t

you still alive?" My mother

to her." Are you really my mother

ess weregoat! You are a goat! That's w

the

ur father! You are a curse and a disgrace! I am se

so ashamed that I ran away into t

ard by anybody so I cried to my heart's content. The tears that

om behind. His scent was so unique and refresh

kly lied lowering my head. I could sense he was a strange

es and you are bawling at

so that the tears might have a healing effect." I lied again

eat. That chuckling sound.. It was almost like that nig

et me see you." Th

" I repli

?" He aske

of me. He raised my chin up gently and looked at my f

iding? Are you afraid because

't cursing or feeling a

ou are unique. The Moon goddess would surely give

ark that night so I couldn't see the perso

dn't know when he left. Where did

o his word and hoped on the moon god

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had told me. I made it a habit to hold on to good thing

was a very optimistic person. I believed in fate and the

in the word of that stranger. I believed everything

m

ould find my mate o

me and stand up for me when I was being picked on, he would shie

ter and he would keep me safe with him, nurture and cherish

ng till I would finally meet him. I believe

rom the incident of my wolf, but still I held onto that tiny bit of hope. Futile

I was sure she hated me as well, I should have un

elieve that I deserved a happy endi

of my real anguish. It was the start of the real pain and that wa

awn of never e