Eleven years I've wandered around baring my parent's killers mark. Eleven years of shame, disappointment and being my packs dishonoured wolf. That's what happens when the alpha leaves his claw marks on your face. Baring his scent letting all know I'm dishonoured. Although, I'm not sure how a ten-year-old could dishonour someone they've never met. I wonder my pack, rejected, abused. I can't endure my own reflection, my stomach turns at the sight of my appearance. Not even my own brother can look at me and that alone shreds my heart. I'm alone until the day I meet my mate, I'm not foolish. I know I will be rejected, I will embrace my rejections and allow myself to die slowly. Don't get me wrong, I'm a coward leaving it to my mate. Nonetheless, I've tried to take my own life, failing each time, losing my nerve.