Born without a howl: The Omega's Legacy

Bullied Omega "FATTY KATTY. FATTY KATTY. FATTY KATTY," was being chanted repeatedly through the orphanage hallways. I rolled my eyes as the volume increased, anticipating their approach. I shook my head at their inability to find a more productive activity, but no, they chose to disturb my tranquility for amusement of their relentless taunting. I closed my laptop, waiting for Georgia and her entourage to reach my bedroom door. The chanting ceased as Georgia positioned herself against the doorframe, arms folded. "Well, look who it is, girls, Fatty Katty," Georgia snickered. "And no surprise, she's just sitting there, doing nothing as usual!" Georgia bellowed, her followers laughing along. I sighed, weary of their antics. "Anything else, Georgia? I really don't have time for your nonsense today," I retorted sharply. I could tell this irked her; her cheeks flushed red and her green eyes sparked with fire. She expected me to silently endure her harsh words as I always had, but the approaching reality of my 18th birthday instilled in me a burgeoning hope for a better life. Georgia straightened up from the door frame, attempting to intimidate me as I tried to leave the sanctuary of my bedroom. I was serious when I said I had neither the time nor the inclination for her daily intrusion. She blocked my path, ensuring I couldn't escape, and with a voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, she exclaimed, "Oh, look who's finally grown a spine! Honestly, Kat, you might just make a warrior yet. Ah, but then again, you'd have to shed some fat and build more muscle for that, wouldn't you? My mistake," Georgia concluded, cackling at her own wit. A single tear trickled down my cheek as I blushed with embarrassment. Georgia smirked, knowing she had succeeded in belittling me, and beckoned her followers to join her. As they disappeared around the corner of the hallway, I dashed outside to clear my mind. I made my way to my sanctuary beneath an ancient willow tree that draped over the lake's edge. I inhaled deeply, comforting myself with the thought that in just two more days, Georgia would turn 18, and I wouldn't have to encounter her daily. Then, I might enjoy five days of peace before my own 18th birthday. Lost in contemplation, I pondered a life beyond the Lakeview Moon Pack. I was certain that remaining here meant I would never achieve greatness. Georgia's biting remarks about my unsuitability for warrior status due to my size stung deeply. Gazing at my reflection, I cursed the moon goddess for crafting me as I am. Tears streamed down silently, a culmination of years of relentless bullying. As I stared across the lake, tears still streaming, I wished fervently for the moon goddess to heed my plea and alter my physique, so I might blend in and not be deemed an outcast. Many in the pack speculate that I lack a wolf, as most shapeshifters possess athletic builds. While not overweight, my curves are more pronounced than those of other she-wolves. This has led to Georgia dubbing me 'Fatty Katty' and to my reluctant acceptance of being seen as the lowest omega due to my distinct and wolfless nature. At the thought, I could only roll my eyes. Rising, I gazed at my reflection in the lake's water. Standing at 5'8", I had tanned skin and deep, piercing blue eyes. My dark brunette hair, which fell just below my shoulders, had a subtle wave to it. Indeed, my cheeks were somewhat full, and I was curvy, yet in all the right places, in my opinion. What I lacked was muscle tone, giving me a more full-figured appearance compared to other she-wolves. I exhaled a sigh of frustration as the moniker 'Fatty Katty' echoed in my mind. Attempting to dismiss it, I realized that wallowing in self-pity would lead me nowhere. As I became engrossed in my thoughts, the sudden sound of the pack bell pierced the silence. "s**t," I whispered under my breath, as I dashed toward the pack gym. I may not be as strong as the other female wolves in the pack, but my speed and agility are undeniable. As I hurried toward the pack gym, I sent a hopeful plea to the moon goddess for guidance and support through the warrior trials. This was crucial; without the warrior title, my only option to leave the pack would be to become a rogue wolf, a chilling thought. As I approached the gym, a powerful aura emanated from within. Yikes, Alpha Jack is already here, which means I'm late. "Double trouble," I muttered as I hastened inside.