Twilight's Rejection

shadows and whispers, none of them kind. Her uncle, Beta Marcus, was a stern, unyielding man, his heart hardened by respon

s strictly forbidden within the household. Any mention of them brought a stern reprimand or, worse, a stony silence that co

lity and shunned her. She would sit alone during breaks, watching the other children play and laugh, their happiness a stark contrast to her solitu

cident one summer afternoon. She had wandered farther than usual, driven by a desperate need to escape the confines of her u

light dance on the surface. The gentle murmur of the river and the rustle of leaves in the breeze were a soothing balm to her troubled soul.

un dipped below the horizon. The beauty of it took her breath away every time, a daily reminder that there was still wonder in the world, even if it

share it with, no one to marvel at the sunsets or the stars. She kept the location to herself,

s approaching. Her heart raced, fearing discovery, but it was only a deer, its graceful form moving t

aten without her, the kitchen cleared and dark. She crept up to her room, a small, sparsely furnished space at the

mug smiles all blended into a painful blur. She wished she could escape, leave the pack and the house behind, and start a new life

ust out of focus. She would reach out to them, but they would fade away, leaving her alone on

he house, the early morning air cool and crisp. The path to the river was familiar, her feet finding t

ce, her heart lifting with the promise of a new beginning. She knew her life would always be filled with challenges a

greeted with the usual indifference, her presence barely acknowledged. But she ca

lla grew from a lonely child into a young woman, her spirit resilient despite the hardships. She

e loved and accepted for who she was. Until then, she would continue to visit her secret place by the river, finding solace in its