A werewolf without a wolf is just a worthless human and should not belong in a pack. However Rosie's own parents had passed away in an accident when she was five and was in the alphas care when she hit seven. The year you get contacted with your wolf. Sometimes you was a late bloomer and would turn as late as ten years old. But for Rosie that moment never came. Her pack, Green river was one to take the traditions very hard. After a few years was it clear that she had no place in the pack and she was used as a servant to say.
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Rosie pulled her sleeves down as if they could go any further. She loved hoodies. They was the perfect clothing. It was if the could hide you from the world, of course she knew that was not possible but they made everything at least a little better. Rosie put her school bag over her shoulder and out a soft sigh. Sadly this was the last year in school. Even if the classmates was mean was this nothing compared to her home. This was where she could get peace.
Rosie never talked with anyone unless she had to. She was often alone and liked it that way.
She sat in the back of the classroom and made some doodles between some notes. The last class was about to start in a few minutes so more and more people went inside the room. She heard the teacher greet them with a hello so she looked up to pay attention. But instead she found a member of the other pack stare at her. Rosie felt uncomfortable and looked away.
That class was one of the strangest one she had been through in a long time. The young man kept looking at her over and over again and since he started did soon more of the teens from his pack do the same. Was there something in her face? She had made sure to cover up the bruises as good she could. Maybe had the make up go away? She was pretty sure that none of the other's knew what really was going on inside the grand house back home expect her own pack and that was what she liked to keep it. That was how her Alpha wanted to keep it.
The lesson was over, the bell called out. It was time to get home... Rosie got up from her chair and began to pack her bag.
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Rosie pulled her sleeves down as if they could go any further. She loved hoodies. They was the perfect clothing. It was if the could hide you from the world, of course she knew that was not possible but they made everything at least a little better. Rosie put her school bag over her shoulder and out a soft sigh. Sadly this was the last year in school. Even if the classmates was mean was this nothing compared to her home. This was where she could get peace.
Rosie never talked with anyone unless she had to. She was often alone and liked it that way.
She sat in the back of the classroom and made some doodles between some notes. The last class was about to start in a few minutes so more and more people went inside the room. She heard the teacher greet them with a hello so she looked up to pay attention. But instead she found a member of the other pack stare at her. Rosie felt uncomfortable and looked away.
That class was one of the strangest one she had been through in a long time. The young man kept looking at her over and over again and since he started did soon more of the teens from his pack do the same. Was there something in her face? She had made sure to cover up the bruises as good she could. Maybe had the make up go away? She was pretty sure that none of the other's knew what really was going on inside the grand house back home expect her own pack and that was what she liked to keep it. That was how her Alpha wanted to keep it.
The lesson was over, the bell called out. It was time to get home... Rosie got up from her chair and began to pack her bag.