Unforgotten

    All the stories say that mates are the best and worst part of you. They can be the reason you stand, and the reason you fall. Me? I haven't found my mate yet. I haven't even reached age.     My parents say that mates are the best thing that could happen, but that I wouldn't get to feel that happiness because my mate would kill himself before accepting me. They said that I'm too ugly to be a mate to anyone.     I believed that for so long, that I was worthless and not pretty. Worst of all, that I didn't deserve happiness.     Maci Phillips. Junior nerd, and omega of the Gold Hollows Pack in Tennessee. I have long red hair, and an hourglass body that my parents bruise the hell out of, and I hate my purple eyes. I'm unnoticed, my grades are high, and I am bullied. Pretty cliche right?     Wrong. I am a werewolf, a lycan to be exact. No one knows, not even my parents. I don't know where it came from, the genes. Both my parents are omega were wolves, and servants to the Alpha.      I have power over the soul and spirit. I don't know how to control it though. I have a little control over elements. One time I got mad and accidentally set a tree on fire, without doing anything!      Sometimes after my parents beat me enough, I have to run in my room and hide, because my hair turned silver from my emotions being so unsteady.      As I walk into school, everyone is doing their own thing, talking, phones, making out. Ew gross. I turn the other way.      Then, the most delicious scent hits my nose.      It turns Deliah straight to moon, and her words make me follow.     Mate.