Ever Lasting Love

    You know that one point; the point that you want to leave the world; yeah, I am there.     Okay, let me start from the beginning; names Kali Everlasting and my birthday will be in less than forty-eight hours. In my family, I have four brothers and two sisters.     And three best friends that are like sisters to me. All four of us are omegas, though thankfully, I am the only slave. This status only means that I am a punching bag.     Alena is fourteen; her morning duty is to set the table. Thalia, at age fifteen, memorized all the drinks individual pack members like, preps them to give to Alena to set. Dahlila is seventeen, and she cleans up the kitchen. I'm turning eighteen, and I am the cook, yippee! Lastly, Irena, also eighteen, serves during the meals.     Finishing up our jobs, I usher the young ones upstairs into our room. Pacing back and forth, waiting for Irena.     "Alena, stop biting your nails," Dahlila scolds.     "As if she has any!" The familiar mocking tone of Thalia fills the small space.     "Thalia, stoppp ittt;" and the high-pitched voice of Alena scratches at my ear, but I love her.     A throat clears, and we all abruptly spin to face the door. A chuckling Irena stands there with a plate of food.     Shrugging, she joins our circle, and the two of us watch the others eat. Then, resting her upper body on me, "You need to eat darling, it's time for your shift soon and for us to book it. You need the energy."      Groaning, my sore arms lift, and I grasp a bit of toast. The stale taste and the grainy texture are not one I want, but I endure it for one last time.          "Riiing," the morning bell rings for me. It is time to face the music. I will skip this scene, but a quick summary was the pack let out their frustrations, and I now sport a couple of new bruises and cuts.     It typically would have gone away in a few hours, but my body is malnourished like the others. So I heal at the normal rate of a human- to be fair, it's not the rate of a malnourished human.     Oh, right, I forgot. I live in a pack of werewolves. Mainly werewolves that are- my twin sister and I are actually from the Sin Race. And you must be wondering why I was talking about breaking points- let's say that I've hit mine. The thing is, when it was just me getting beat upon, it was fine; they weren't hurting my chosen family- now they want to bring them in to feel the pain. That's not something I can bear to witness; selfish as that is.          So we are running away. The plan is actually underway- I just have such a strong inner monologue that you haven't noticed. Sorry about that, by the way.          The girls and I don't have anything we want to pack that we cannot wear. And the place we are going to for the first stop isn't that far away.     My body feels as though it's on fire as I try to keep pace with the others. The pack land is hundreds of acres, so our pace must be quick if we want to succeed.     "So the weather's nice today" who knows who said what. My body is weakening with every step I take. The sun beats down on us as the cold sweat trickles down my back. The world goes fuzzy for a bit- I think I whisper, "I'm gonna lie down for a bit."     Sitting up, dazed and confused, when did it become night. The girls glance at each other before breaking out into giggles. And two things become apparent- one, I passed out, and two, I was sleep talking.     "What, what did I say?"          Irena stops chuckling for a second, "Your little self is so adorable. I can't sometimes."     Chiming in, breaking up the mood, Alena states mournfully, "We are here, the pack that said they would take us in. Straighten up; we need to look good."     My head pounds as I try to shake my head. "You know I can't stay. They are going to be hunting me primarily- you guys need to be safe."     Thalia hangs her head low as a heavy sign escapes her normally sassy and vibrant self. Then, looking away, ashamed that I couldn't do more to protect them, Thalia gets up and runs towards the pack line.     A few tears escape the corner of my eye, thinking she hates me so much she doesn't want to say bye. Irena swipes them away as Alena mutters, "Swiper, no swiping," me and Irena share a look laughing. I hope that she stays this adorable forever- or at least until we can meet again.     Dahlila, quiet as a mouse, makes me worried. We've been through everything. She is more of a twin sister to me than my actual sister. Reaching forward, our cheeks touch as we scent one another; the smell of salt fills the air mixing with the scent of honey.     "Crack," interrupting the sorrowful farewell was Thalia? She thrust a bag into my chest.     "Here! Remember to eat well and call us when you get somewhere safe. You remember our schedule to move packs, right?" Dropping the pack, my arms embrace her small, fragile form, nodding.     "I remember everything- don't worry. I love you too. I love all of you." We join in a group hug as the dawn's rays grace us. Then, nodding, I turn and leave- four people short and a heavy as a donkey bag on my back.     Yes, I am there at the point in life where I just want to leave. I've left the pack- as an alpha, I have a strong connection, and breaking that along with the blood loss caused me to blackout. I've left my family- my sisters in another pack because unless I mate as one of the pack's alphas, I can be tracked.     I have less than twenty-four hours until I shift into the Sin Race. From a family of werewolves, I'm technically not even one (neither is my twin, but they praise her). I need to find somewhere safe.     As I walk through the forest, I contemplate the meaning of my life. The best way to explain it is that I'm the apple at the bottom of the barrel that no one wants. The one that looks rotten in the shadows- but one person decides why not grab it, and that is the reddest, shiniest apple.     That's what I like to picture myself as, and that person who wants to take a chance and pull me out of the shadows is my mate. But somehow, that chance is never going to happen- I'm destined to be on the run forever.          I may be putting a lot of faith in the pack to hunt me, but that's because none of them know how to cook or clean after themselves. It's going to be madness in the packhouse once they realize we are gone. The girls are either too young to have a unique scent or shifted and can hide it. On the other hand, I am not even a wolf, so my powers come a bit differently.