lost and found

Prologue

"Abby, Abby, ABBY!! Please wake up honey,MARC!!" The woman becomes hysterically , you heard the man speeding up the stairs , loud crying filed the house.

Hey, let me introduce myself, my name is Abigail Rivers, but my close friends and family call me Abby, you guessed it im a werewolf. Here name is Stella, she's beautifull, se has silvery hair and a color of summer sky blue eyes. But she does'nt come out a lot.  My human form is, long and thin, my hair is wite blond, really boring actually, I have dark blue eyes. I'm not really special, just An everyday looking Woman. But still a careless girl that loves music, dance, and the law.
I live in the Silver Tree Pack.
We have An Alpha senior Levi, he has a Son Aiden and our Alpha to be. Mits he fins his mate, he is 26 years old. He's not here for the moment, the last 5 years he's searching every where over the world find his mate and our Luna. The new beta Christian, he took the job of his father, 28 years old and a bastaard at best, he thinks that he's God gift for woman.  And thinks that he's the Alpha, because Aiden isn't here And Gamma Elise,  she's a gorgeous woman 24 years old. And the best warrior of the pack, she has a grace over her wen she's fighting, and she's never being beaten in combat, not even the Beta. She's also the sister of Alpha Aiden.
I'm a omega in my pack, that means that i at the bottom in the pack, but i don't mind.
The senior Alpha Lets my go to the universety, so i can have my LAW degree. So i don't go much to the pack House to do cours, like the rest of the omega's. I thing the senior Alpha had some compassion on my behalf. He knowed i was a nerd, i could study till the cows come home; But never had i had a athletic bone in my body. When we train, nobody spares with me, they don't wannabe seen with the most uncoordinated She - wolf of the Pack. I don't blame them i know my own strenghts, and fighting wasn't one of them. Even carying disches would be dangerios in my hands.  So instead of buying new bowls and plates everyday, they just let me be.
We have a chance to meet our mates when we become 21of age. You see him or her, you sense there sent, tingles and sparks erupt from your insides. There's a intense bond, normally they mark the outher. And all lived happelly ever after. Well moste of us. And clearly i had the short stick of the bunche.

It all started 4 Months ago, the day that everything would start to go down hill, the day my soul was ripped in two. The day i lost all of my selfnens, the day i lost my smile. The day that my old self dissepairs
It was the day of my 21 birthday, and tradition was that you found your mate after that day. I walked allong Campus, to my class, philosophy. One of my favorit subject to learn. just stolling around on the side walk, my head tilted to the sunrays, letting them warm my face. Just minding my own business. Not looking where i was walking.
When i bumpt in to the Beta of my pack. Sparks run trough my body; I looked in his eyes and found myself lost in the green of it. My Wolf was howling in my head of excitement. Singing and dancing as well she was chanting Mate, Mate, Mate. I tryed to calm her down a little because she was screaming in me head. And before i could do anything, i heard him say the dreariest thing imagenable.
" I Christian Jones beta of the silver tree pack, redject you Abigail Rivers as my mate." He looks calm en composed, and the onlangs thing i could hear was my heart and soul split. I crumble to the ground, in ageny. " pitiful little nerd, the way you are now, i see i did the right thing, i'm glad that your ugle face will never come near me again." He turned on his heels and walked away. Not giving me a chance to say something back at him.
He left me there lying on the side walk of the math building of the campus. In pain i crawled back to my home. Up the stairs to my bedroom, clossing the door behind me. Not telling anyone what happened today.

The next couple of Months became my personal hell. Christian fucked all the pack sluts, and bragging about it to all the guys that wanna hear it. And because i did'nt had the chance to rejected him, so the pain kept on going. so i kept my secret,  locking myself in my room, not attending any of my classes, becoming catatonic, not wanting to see or hear anybody. just me and my pain. My parents had there suspicions, and without saying his name i told them i was rejected by my supposed mate. They had pettiness in there eyes, and that makes the hurt intenser.
I was hating him more by the days that past. I wantend to reject him to, i wanted him to hurt as much like i was hurting by his hands. My parents could'nt do anything for me, because like me my parents where also Omega's. They would have sufford like me, and i did'nt want them to. So i'm carrying that extra burden with me.
I needed to go and find him. I needed closing , to move on this wasn't healthy, he was killing my every personality. Instead of finding him, the pain got worse. I coud'nt take the pain anymore. To make sure that the pain was gone. And the only solution I could finded, was ending this painfull existence, ending my life. If only to take the hurt away . I found me a witch, she looked to be over her sixties, she was like a grandma, sweet, concerned, but she would and could help me. She gave me a little bottle, with wolsbean in it, or so she told me. So i could go to the serene heavens of the Moon Goddess. So i can personally get my foot up her ass. I was angry at her, she'd giving my a mate thats a Son of a bitch, no part intended, he was the Asshole with a capital A.
This last week was like the inferno of Dante Alighieri. Everyday was like entering one of the Seven circles of the inferno. Each circle was heavier than the last one, burning me from the inside, each eating away at my brain.
Today was the worst i felt all week. I hit rock bottom. Pain washing over me like a wave, crashing against the rocks of  a cliff ever lasting. It felt like he's having an orgie with a hundred she-Wolfs. After passing out a couple of times do to the increase of pain. Crying for myself, wanting relieve, wanting to stop existing all the way.
I looked at the bottle, twisting it in my fingers. Leaving a note behind for my father to find. Letting him know that i wanted peace. I bottomed up the clear liquid. Now staring at the now empty flask. I felt the liquid burned its way to my stomach, and i welcomed the heat, the darkness. For the first time in weeks i felt at peace , painless, serene. I felt myself sink in to the darkness fully embracing it, till i didn't feel a thing. Bless full i left this place.

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