Mated to the Forbidden: Death Arises for Vengeance

The world has its hidden secrets. It is not alone with a single variable, but a lot has been kept hidden and remains unnoticed. If the human race exists, then so do we… the werewolf race. I sniffed the fresh air of the mountain and felt the freshness it produced. In this way, I could feel the comfort of life that can only be found in this forest. "Useless b***h, it's better if you just die." "Weak!" "I don't care what happens to you, you're useless." "You should have never existed!" The words I always hear from anyone... everyone who used to know me keep replaying in my head. Maybe… maybe I should have never existed. I haven’t found my purpose yet in this world, nor the reason why I was born. Standing at the top of the cliff, looking at the whole village and feeling the darkness of the night, the werewolf race created its own haven. But then, they have different factions by which families are identified. The Family of Archery... those who are experts in using bows and arrows and are great with hunting skills. They’re known as sharpshooters. The Family of Axes... they are a group of people who choose to use axes in daily life, including fighting and hunting. They have incredible muscle strength. The Family of Daggers... this family often uses daggers and knives in fighting and has great ability when it comes to speed. The Family of Swordsmen... they are great fighters as they always choose to be part of battles and wars. They are the patrolmen of the village. The Leaders... they are exceptional, as they can be anywhere and are experts in everything. They are known as perfect. These are the leaders of the village, and that includes the strongest of all… the Alpha with his right hand, the Beta, and Omega. I’ve never seen the Alpha, Beta, and Omega, but they are legendary and famous throughout the land because of their incredible strength and good leadership skills. I sighed. I wish I could have at least acquired one of the skills, but unluckily, I’m not gifted. I don’t have any of the skills, even though I belong to the Family of Archery. I could say I know how to use a bow, but I’m not an expert nor a sharpshooter. Even as a werewolf… I am weak. My senses are not as great as a normal werewolf’s. They’re right, I’m useless. I do not deny that fact. I even forgot the memories I had before I turned 15. All memories from when I was a child vanished. No matter how many times I tried thinking of the past, nothing was left in my mind. Maybe because I’m stupid and weak—at least that’s what my own family says. Looking back at the village, the place is divided by families. A family lives in one place only as defined by their skills. The unions of all families don’t work well, as they seem to fight each other for glory and prestige. However, with the help of the leaders, peace and order are well managed in the village. I admire the leaders who can handle their members properly. "Clary! Where the hell are you!?" I suddenly closed my eyes at the sudden burst in my ear. Mom just called me, asking where I was through telepathy. It is a werewolf’s ability used to communicate only within families or mates. I never expected her to call me. I thought they didn’t know I existed. I never imagined my presence in the family… ever. ‘Maybe they have something for you to do, as always,’ my wolf sarcastically said. "Shut up, Cordia," I told her, and she went silent, following my order. I sighed once again and turned around as I shifted into my wolf form. The darkness of the night illuminated my white fur with a circular black mark on my back. I ran as fast as I could, like a free creature of the night. Tonight, this forest was my haven, while my home was like a prison of my freedom. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Clary Vertina, the second daughter of Hera and George Vertina from the Family of Archery. I guess, in our family, I’m the lousy one. ‘You’re not. They just don’t see your value,’ Cordia retaliated. I met Cordia when I turned 18, and just like me, she doesn’t know anything... not even a glimpse of memory from the past. She just showed up during my 18th birthday. Well, I think there is nothing important in the past. As the saying goes, “Focus on your present and work for your future.” ‘I’ve never heard of that saying,’ Cordia said. “It’s because I made that up,” I replied to her. ‘Tch.’ Cordia is my one and only best friend. She knows every pain and suffering I’ve had, and she’s the one who keeps comforting me—even though sometimes I can’t stand her attitude. ‘Rather to say, I could never understand you!’ “Here we go again,” I muttered, realizing we were on the verge of bickering once again. And I didn’t want to waste my time arguing with her principles. As I ran through the village, even in the darkness, werewolves, including pups, were having training using their given skills. When I reached the place considered the territory of the Axes, some were creating tools and weapons. Have I told you that the Axes Family is great at creating weapons? They are the number one dealers of weapons in the village. The others were training their pups to use the axe. Have I ever been trained before? Did my parents ever teach me how to use a bow? But then, remembering the first time I ever got to hold one when I was 15, I knew how to use it, but I wasn’t good at it at first. Over time, I got used to it, but until now, I still can’t be called a sharpshooter. Just then, I realized I had already reached the territory of the Family of Daggers. These werewolves are fast, considering their history and ability. Sometimes you can’t even catch them with your eyes as they move so swiftly. I stopped when I saw a girl my age throwing her dagger at the target tree with a circular dot on it. Geez, she perfectly hit the target. What a sharpshooter! Looking at the dagger, I don’t know why, but I had this urge… I wanted to use it. "Clary!" I heard Mom call once again, and so I continued running until I reached the territory… the Family of Archery.