Rise Of The Rejected Omega

Strange Dreams.

ARIADNE

“I-I didn't—I didn't mean to—" My voice cracked as I tried to deny everything.

“You are crazy!” Dan yelled at me. “That's not—that's not normal!”

“Y-you saw that?" I whispered.

They didn’t answer. They just ran.

By sundown, everyone in the pack knew about me and the cat. Various rumors kept flying around and I became the girl who raised the dead. The omega who was cursed by whatever evil power that had bewitched me.

Before, everyone treated me differently like I am the dirt under their boots.

But now, they see me like I am poison. Like I am abnormal. Like I am a nuisance to be tolerated.

Even the other omegas I live with are distancing themselves from me, their eyes always holding pity mixed with fear.

“She is cursed,” They still hiss and whisper among themselves whenever they see me. “We better stay away from her.”

All because I saved a cat.

What if I had committed murder? Isn't that bad?

Was saving a life a curse?

I am twenty. I never had friends, but I never felt so obviously alone like I do now ever since that day I saved that cat. Everyone keeps making me feel like I am not meant to exist in this world. Our lives, our bonds, even our very existence as werewolves are tied to the Moon Goddess. To be deemed different and crazy and strange by my own kind makes me feel horrible.

And that horrible feeling is my deepest damnation right now.

Despite the insults I have been receiving from everyone, coupled with the twisting sensation I have constantly felt in my stomach, I have also been having strange dreams that started that same week ago I saved the cat and those weird dreams haven't stopped since then. I always dream of strange ugly places. Screeches and screams. Fangs dripping with blood. Moving dark shadows and other things I don't understand and don't want to keep seeing and hearing. All those things felt strange, just like the same strange power I used to save the cat.

After the cat incident, the dreams grew more disturbing. Sometimes, they make me feel like a huge part of me is living in another world outside of this pack.

Clutching the blanket tighter around my shoulders, I try to pull my thoughts away from the cat and the dreams. Tonight, I feel so alone. The feeling of absolute isolation. Even among the lowest in the pack, I am the lowest of the lowest and even the other omegas act like I am diseased. Right now, they are even going about their different businesses in this room like I am not here with them.

Just then, I hear the thuds of footsteps barging into the room through the door without so much as a knock. Instantly, all heads turn to the door entrance.

Including mine.

A group of pack warriors are standing guard near the door while clearing a path for someone else to enter and right then, Gamma Lorcan storms into the room, his face looking so cold and emotionless. There are two burly warriors behind him.

What are they all doing here?

All of a sudden, my heart jumps into my throat at the thought of that question.

Have they come for me? Are they here to punish me for the cat-thing after keeping quiet about it for so long?

Am I going to be banished?

Or worse, die?