I was never human

Unjustly targeted

It's been about a week and some change since I've come to stay with my dad. He and I have been trying to get to know each other more, but it's always cut short by the evil stepmother... I mean, really? People really do love playing into tropes, but I guess they're there for a reason.

Anyway, Danny has become a really good friend to me, along with Logan, steph, and Eli. I actually met a girl, who they call an omega. How it was explained to me was that if my dad is the Alpha, which is at the top. Then, the omega is at the bottom. Only in terms of strength. Omegas have very important jobs, keeping the pack running smoothly and everyone else protects it. I have noticed a difference in treatment, though, and I don't like it. Sierra and her little friends are constantly picking on lower ranked members, one girl in particular. It's the girl I met. She came to deliver a message to me from my grandparents. They do that because I can't mindlink anyone. I'll have to give them my number so we can stop using this girl as a pack mule. Her name is Psyren. It sounds just like siren, but not spelled the same. She's an omega who's very sweet and kind. I've met her parents before, and I can see how loved she is and where she gets her gentle disposition. Her dad is a huge man to be considered an omega, but his gentle aura literally pours out of him. Her mother is just as kind, but she looks like if you ever tried her, she'd have no problem going down too if it meant you no longer exist. She reminds me of my mom and auntie. Psy is unbelievably beautiful, and I think thats why they choose to pick on her. She has fluffy, curly blonde hair with the clearest blue eyes. Her cheeks are lightly dusted with freckles, and she has a beauty mark by her right eye, right underneath it. She has a nice tan with a cute sharp nose and full, pouty lips. She's my age, but I can already tell she's gonna be an absolute knockout as she ages. Especially if her mother was any indicator of that. Psy was jittery around me at first. I think she thought I'd be just like Sierra, who's rude and condescending. Danny is nice, but he and his posse tend to stay to themselves. They're not rude, but they aren't friendly either. That's something I will be talking to them about. She and I have been hanging out a little more once she realized I'm not high and mighty and technically speaking, in terms of how the hierarchy in packs goes, she would be deemed above me, considering I don't have a wolf, regardless to who my father is. She's actually pretty wild and funny once she loosened up around me. We've visited the garden together that lays underneath my balcony. She even went with me to the waterfall I kept smelling. My dad took me, Danny and friends, and Psy there. It's about a fifteen minute walk from the pack house. The guys got to meet and talk with Psy, and she got to know them better as well. By the end of it, we were all talking and laughing amongst ourselves. The waterfall was beautiful. It is about 20 feet high with beautiful granite and slate stones surrounding it and the area around it. The pool the water lowered into was huge, with the water being a clear blue green color. There was a coble stone path that led to it that wasn't lit by anything because... of course... wolves don't need that. A big grass meadow lay around the pool of the waterfall. It's truly a peaceful place. I've been to the waterfall at least 3 times since I've been shown it the first time. It's become a place I go to clear my mind. I even go there to cry. It's hard to separate the water of the eyes from the water of the waterfall, especially when you cry into it.

Even with all the many things that have brought me some laughter and joy, my heart still aches for my mom. I miss her every day, and each day I wake, I have to relive the fact that I have to live another day without her. Some days, I don't want to leave my bed, but no one allows me to stay to myself. I'm grateful, but I'd also like to grieve. That's why I cry at the waterfall. No one can ask if I was crying if all of me is wet.

It's been a pretty busy week within the packhouse. I asked Kyle what was going on one day on our way to breakfast, and he rolled his eyes, mentioning that it was a spring ball for the pack. I was confused cause it's the second week of June, so it's basically almost already summer. He shrugged, and I shrugged. Everyone was preparing for it. The packhouse has been decorated in silver, black, and gold, which I learned was the pack's colors. People were running around like crazy due to the Luna's orders. I tried my best to minimize my interactions with her. She's never pleasant to be around, and her smell is still atrocious to me. Unfortunately, dad asked for us all to get together and have a "family" dinner tonight. I really don't mind him or my brother and grandparents. It's big and little stupid that I can't stand. Sierra always finds a reason to say something slick out her face, and her mama always finds a way to cover for her. They ain't gonna be happy till they find her two front teeth in my fist after I punch her in the mouth. I head to the private dining room and see I'm the last to show up. My dad and brother were excited to see me. My grandparents gave me soft smiles as the two she devil's glared at me.

"We are punctual people. You need to be on time, child."

Luna Lisa said, and I straight up ignored her.

"Excuse me! Did you not hear me speak to you?"

Again, I ignored as I made my way to the seat right across from Danny. It was a medium-sized table. At one end, my dad and his mate sat, and the other end, my grandpa and grandma. Danny and Sierra sat on the side where dad was, Sierra being right next to him. Which meant I was right next to the Luna. My stomach turned at the thought and the smell of her. I moved my chair closer to my grandpa, and he smiled.

"Kwen, Lisa is speaking to you."

My dad said gently. I looked over at him as I took my seat.

"She doesn't acknowledge me. She never addresses me using my name. She only ever says "child" or "she." I don't remember stuttering or whispering, but I definitely remember saying if she can't use my name, then she can't speak to me or about me. I meant that."

I spoke gently but firmly. She glared at me, balling her fist up and slamming it on the table.

"I can't keep dealing with her! She has absolutely no respect for me. It shouldn't matter if I say her name or not. When I speak to you, you answer. Is that clear!"

She yelled out. I looked at her, then turned forward in my seat. There's no need for me to respond to her nonsense. Apparently, that was too much for her to handle because she started screeching.

"ANSER ME, GOT DAMMIT!!"

I laughed. She jumped up, ready to pounce on me. My grandparents jumped to their feet as did my brother and father. My dad grabbed Lisa, holding him to her.

"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. SHE'S JUST A CHILD, BUT SHE'S CLEARLY HAVE GOTTEN THE BETTER OF YOU!"

My grandpa shouted.

"Oh, she better collect herself quickly. You do not threaten my grandbaby like that."

My grandma said.

Lisa began to laugh.

"Are you kidding me!!! Are y'all blind to the disrespect she constantly shows me, and yet I'm supposed to keep my cool because she's his MONGRUEL CHILD!!"

My grandma almost leaped across me, but my grandpa stopped her, and my dad pushed Lisa behind him. I shook my head and stood up, finding her hate filled eyes.

"You tell me I'm disrespectful. You call me out my name constantly. You yell and shout, yet I'm supposed to respect that. I'm supposed to respect you. You do not get to act out like a child but then demand respect. You act like a child, so I treat you like one. I'm only twelve, so that's saying something. Look at you, throwing a tantrum because you can't have your way. Get over yourself. I'm here now. I didn't ask to be here. I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask for my mother to die! I didn't want to move! I didn't ask to be born... and I didn't ask to have to put up with YOUR SHITTY ASS ATTITUDE!!!"

I screamed the last part. I was seething. Tears ran down my face. I'm sick of her already, and it's barely been two weeks. I don't know how much more of this I could take. To go from a loving, caring, nurturing mother to.... this! It's hard for anyone to do, especially me. She can't accept me and I can't accept her. The tears continued to fall from my face, but my voice came out hardly above a whisper.

"You don't have to accept me. You don't have to like me, but I will always demand respect. Unless and until I see it, you will never get it from me. I don't care who you are."

My voice was even and calm as was my face. My tears were the only indicator of any emotional connection I had at the moment. I haven't even been able to get past the loss of my mom... the crumbling of my world before I had to deal with this. I got up to leave. I turn to start walking out the door when I'm pushed, and I trip forward. I look back and see Sierra behind me.

"Why don't you just leave. Nobody wants you here. You've caused nothing but trouble since you got here. You didn't ask to be born. Neither did we! You should've died with your pathetic mother!"

She yelled, glaring at me. I looked at her for a second. Before I knew it, my body moved on its own, and I was on top of her. I heard the muffled screams of those around me, but I zoned out. I was raining punches down onto her face and body. She was trying to block me but couldn't. She started crying, begging for help. I got yanked off her and turned around.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON MY DAUGHTER!!"

Lisa yelled. She went to slap me when I caught it. She looked shocked when she couldn't yank her hand back. It felt as if my blood was rushing through my entire body. I could no longer see. All my rage came tumbling out all at once. She went to swing on me, and I dodged it. I stepped behind her, kicking behind her knee, making her kneel, and swung my body back around the front of her. I jumped up, pulling my hand back to high heaven. My fist came down hard as hell. I connected right with her nose. There's was a loud crunch noise before her loud scream was heard right after. She fell back. I was already about to attack again when I felt large arms wrap around me, lifting me up and then running. I screamed and kicked the whole way. It wasn't until I felt water splash my face that I was beginning to feel like myself again.

"Kwen! KWENALI!! Calm down! It's ok. It's ok!! Breathe for me. You have to breathe!!"

I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I felt hands grip my cheeks, holding my face tight. That's when my eyes made contact with the eyes of Brody. He looked worried and angry.

"BREATHE, GOT DAMMIT!"

He hit my back hard. With that, I screamed at the top of my lungs. All the pain I was bottling up rushed out in one single wave. All my fear and anger. All the pain I felt watching my mother die. All the rage I felt at being unjustly targeted by the world... it all came out like a rushing river. I screamed and cried until I couldn't anymore. And like a light, the world went black around me.