The rejected mate

Kate I wake up in a sweat, nightmares of the beating I received the night before still flowing through my mind. For the life of me, I still can’t understand what I ever did to make my father despise me the way he does. He is suppose to love and protect me yet I am looked at with the out most disgust. My alarm is ringing and I look over to see that I only have 30 minutes to be at school. s**t! Jumping up, I hop in the shower to rinse off. Thankful for my wolf, Faith, all of my bruises from last night have healed. Hurrying, I finish rinsing off, brush my teeth and my blonde natural wavy curls that hang at my mid back section. Father has never allowed me to own makeup so my dark circles under my eyes show pretty distinctively. Ugh, I’m sure I’ll hear of them at school and how ugly I look. “Two more weeks Kate. Two more weeks and we can finally shift together and find our mate. Be strong, we can do this.” “Thanks Faith. I just don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t wait till we can shift, I know you’re going to be the most beautiful wolf” “Excuse me, I am much more than beautiful. I’m a f*****g badass just waiting to be unleashed. You just wait, once we can shift, no one will ever f**k with us again. I promise.” I didn’t respond to her that time. I surely hoped she was right because I honestly don’t know how much more of this torment I can take. I know I am a lucky she-wolf already as no one else can communicate with their wolf until they turn of age and shift. I couldn’t imagine that, I have had Faith since I was 13. I think she knew I needed her earlier than the others and I’m so thankful for that even though I have to keep it from the others so I don’t get outcast for being different. In our world, male shifters get their wolves at 15 and can shift then. Although, she-wolves don’t get our wolves till the age of 18 and can shift. I hate it. I don’t understand why the males always have the upper hand and are labeled as stronger. Talk about bullshit. Shit, It’s 7:50! I’ve been so in my head I’m going to be late to school! I grab my back pack, a banana and run out the door and hustle to school. Being late is terrible, it makes me standout more which equals being tormented more. f**k! Two more weeks, two more weeks.