1 Prologue

*Stephanie*

I walked tediously in the woods, carrying my shame and sadness with every step I took. I desperately wished I was an high ranked wolf.

Again it happened, this was the fifth time.

The voice of Queen Luna Ella kept resounding in my head.

"You are banished from the Silver lining pack." it was yet, another rejection.

"Oh no! It was a mistake, I promise never to repeat." I went down on my knees and pleaded, while crying profusely.

The thought of leaving a pack for the umpteenth time got me sprawling on the floor in front of the queen Luna in a small pool formed by the trickles of tears flowing from my eyes through my cheek down the ground.

I was only on my way to serve the Alpha a hot bowl of soup, when at some point I suddenly started fidgeting before I knew it the bowl of soup was off my hand and the bowl has broken into almost a thousand pieces on the floor.

Her precious well laid rug carpet got stained with freckles of soup here and there... That was my offence.

What use would I be to the pack anyways? I'm an Omega, whose wolf is asleep and I can hardly pick sound or scent!.

After being rejected by five packs in Oklahoma, I decided to be a lone wolf. I was determined to leave Oklahoma even without a definite destination.

'I was destined to be a lone wolf after all.' I thought.

Can I even be called a wolf? I feel less like it.

I went straight to my claustrophobic quarters, packed my already worn out shoes that I took out of the goods to be recycled section, though it was a bit bigger than my feet, I rocked it so perfectly.

looked around my quarter and saw my two dresses hanging on the wall where I hung them. I gently folded them inside my bag. Thank goodness I did not have much to pack, that is less burden and weight.

I stood at the entrance of quarters for a while, I looked around trying to find a happy memory that could hold me back, there was none. It was my bitter reality.

For a minute fear gripped me. 'Stephanie where do you head? Who do you know? Who knows you?' Voices began to dialogue in my head.

I wanted to make my own decision. Finally I came to the conclusion, yes I am leaving the hell.

"Dear goddess guide my path." I whispered and stormed out with the remnant of junks I often gather for emergency purposes and began my journey through the woods, trudging, trotting, wobbling and leaping at intervals.

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After several hours on my journey to no where, I had already consumed my little snacks. Determined to get to a nearby village or town, I kept pushing and moving further into the woods.

At this time, the sun was already setting and the claws of darkness was beginning to capture the strength of day.

I reminisced about my fate with the Luna queen. If only, if only I had overcame my anxiety disorder...

I bit my lip and closed my eyes in a bid to hold in my pains.

Flashes of my repressed childhood memories slides before my mind's eye, I cursed death for taking away my mother at a tender age.

The image I most dreaded dances around my mind.

A creased and wrinkled face of an old woman, bald and bent with a rod on her left hand... The rod...

I bit on my lips harder, trying to absorb the agony of a terrible memory.

Kate decided to take me in after the demise of my mum. That was the only goodness left in the Kate. Aside that, she was addressed by neighbors as the horror of Hades.

Her rod was the agent of hades that sent the cheerful, bold and outspoken Stephanie (I once knew as me) into the bermuda triangle, leaving me with the highest stage of anxiety disorder.

After several nervous breakdown, I earned the nick "The whoosh girl."

Unable to bear the pains I groaned and opened my eyes, breathing rapidly and heavily. My heart pounding and throbbing like it aches for freedom away from my torn filled chest.

I scuffled through my bag to get water, but I already finished it. Disappointed I continued my journey, carrying my shame with every step I took.

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It started to get darker and darker as I wander alone in the woods, the cold hands of winter got me, that I almost felt my blood clotting in my veins, my throat felt dry like the sand in the desert, while the worms in my tummy riot and protest for food.

At this point, my legs were getting weaker and my organs getting slower. The more energy I pulled the weaker I got, the bones in my body screamed Stephanie rest! Stephanie rest! Yet I push forward.

Now it was very late and silent, as I walked the chirping of the birds and cricket accompanied me. Not long after, nature sets in and my eyes began to close.

'Wake up Steph!' I said to myself. 'Wake up! You can't"t give up now, let's get to a shelter.'

While I walked, I heard a sound of a moving van and held my bag close to my chest, I had no idea where I was or where i was going to.

My anxiety disorder sets in, little by little the horrors of the night took me, I drowned in my own fear. I discerned the realm was getting smaller, air was ceasing, it seem the trees were turning in on me, it was windy, but I could hardly breath, it was dark but it got even darker.

I felt my organs shutting down. I heard few words escape my lips "dear goddess help me." Then i followed the sway. Thod! I landed on the cold floor...