JENNA POV

My name is Jenna Summers. Two years ago, I would not have believed if anyone had told me I would become an important personality. My life was so miserable I considered ending it. I was treated like a wretched dirtbag by people who were supposed to be family, friends and even my mate.

You see, a lot of people could have considered me unattractive. My physical features were not exactly easy on the eyes then. Where I'm from, nobody considered the geeky, braces-wearing, glasses-toting girl the next prospective prom queen. Based on my looks, my school peers treated me like a criminal and an outcast, even though I never did anything wrong. I was a peaceful orphan who minded my own business, but that wasn't enough to stop the bullying I got. The painful part was we all belonged to the same pack.

I remembered my terrible experience like yesterday. My memories of it felt like a fresh wound, even though it was two years ago. I've had enough time to process everything they did to me. I was not the same timid girl anymore, and I promised them I would pay them back for their wickedness. I never knew the moon goddess would grant me my wish only two years later.

***FLASHBACK***

The hallway of our school was not long, but my fear of being picked on made it seem like a lifetime anytime I tried to cross it. Everyone made fun of my insecurities, so I was the school's laughingstock by default.

"Ew, here comes Jiggly Jenna," a girl whispered to her friend. That's what everyone called me, Jiggly Jenna. They added the term Jiggly to my name to emphasise and exaggerate my chubby structure for everyone's amusement except mine. I had heard the phrase so many times I had grown a thick skin for it, so I kept walking.

That day, I turned sixteen, but no one knew, and they probably didn't care. I really wouldn't even want anyone to remember because they would undoubtedly find a way to make it a more miserable day than usual. I had to find the strength to shield myself emotionally from daily verbal and physical abuse; I didn't need to add my birthday to make it worse. It was a general belief that you were supposed to find your mate on your sixteenth birthday, but with my luck, I doubt that the moon goddess even bothered to give me one. If she did, I'm sure something strange about him would make our match amusing to the moon goddesses' sick sense of humour because I believed she had made my life a twisted joke.

I grew up with plenty of love and happiness from my family. My parents were heads of our pack, so I came from a lineage of dignity and respect. One mistake brought me here to constant humiliation and disrespect.

"She should've died with her parents," the girl's friend scowled in my direction. I tried to ignore them, but that statement really hurt me. "How could she say something so mean?" I said to myself as I turned around and gave her a look, then kept walking. I had no choice but to lower my head in shame and sadness.

On second thoughts, maybe she was right. I mean, the way my life had turned out, death seemed the better choice than enduring all the humiliation I was going through. I should have died with my parents on that day.

I still have vivid nightmares about that unfortunate incident. It seemed like a pleasant day for a stroll, so I asked my brother if he could come with me, but he said he wasn't in the mood. He also said I should not leave the house as our parents were returning soon. I waited a bit but didn't see them. I was a bit of a busybody then, so I thought, well, I'll just stroll out to the end of the road and return. So, without telling my brother, I left the house. This action would prove to be the biggest mistake in my life. As I was close to the end of the road, I was ambushed by rogues. I could do nothing about it; I was just ten. I couldn't run, fight, or even speak as these rogues were known as non-negotiable killers, so what could I say to them? Rogues werewolves that were kicked out of their packs or ran away. They were always bitter because of this, so I was lucky if they kept me alive. Unfortunately for them, my parents came to my rescue. It was a bloody encounter with no victor as my parents lost their lives saving mine.

This traumatised me, and my pack blamed me for my parent's death. The sudden death of my parents destabilised my pack as they were Alpha and Luna of the Greenwoods pack, the third strongest pack in the whole world. It was very unexpected, so the beta had to stand in as alpha till my brother Jared turned eighteen and took full responsibility as alpha of the Greenwood pack.

After Jared became alpha, he became distant towards me as he blamed me for our parent's death. Soon enough, I went from being his beloved little sister to his enemy. Jared despised me.

"Jiggly Jenna!". I heard someone else call out that name, this time from a more familiar voice. I clutched my books tighter against my chest and picked up my pace. I had to get out of there before something terrible happened to me.

In my rush to get out of there, I didn't notice someone sticking out her foot in front of me. I tripped and fell face-first on the hard floor, with my books flying all over the hallway. That fall was terrible, as I felt blood trickling from my lips.

With my hands on my lips, I sat on the floor and saw a pair of pink shoes strutting towards me. My heart was beating fast as I knew a good beating was coming. I was slowly becoming the school punching bag. That's something you never get used to.

"Get up!" She screeched in her high-pitched voice. That, ladies and gentlemen, was Carolyn Sweets, but don't let her name fool you. She was the school's queen slut and cheerleader. She made it her business to taunt me every chance she got.

I quickly hurried up on my two feet. I was afraid those pink shoes could kick me while I was down, literally. It wasn't beyond Carolyn to be such a bitch. She smirked, and a mischievous glint passed through her eyes.