"No".

I blinked and scoffed. Then I began chuckling. It was a slow, nervous chuckle, and I, along with everyone else in the room, knew it was forced. 

"Alpha..." I said. "That's funny." He glared at me like I was a bad stain that he'd been trying to get rid of for years. He probably thought that was all I was. He looked down his nose at me and didn't say anything. I waited. I had time. Keira cleared her throat.

"Wren, darling, what I think our esteemed Alpha is trying to say is that-" Daniel cut her off. 

"What I am trying to say is that you are a runt. A no-good, accidental runt. A fucking freak of nature. That's all you are and ever will be. You are no werewolf. You do not have nor deserve a mate. So no. I will not waste my time on your mating ball. You won't find anyone anyway." and with that, he left. My calm, stupidly hopeful facade broke, and I fell to my knees and sobbed. They say that if people put you down enough, you start to believe it. I always prided myself on having a tough exterior, and not caring what other people thought about me. But after years of being told I wasn't good enough, I began to believe it. I cried. Keira tried to comfort me but after a while, she left. I heard Callum come in. 

"Hey, sis," he said. 

"Go away" I sobbed. "You think the same anyway. I'm not even a part of this pack, am I? Not to you, not to anyone!" he didn't say anything. He left after the silence got too awkward. Suddenly I had an idea. I got up and left the room. I pushed past the whole pack. I shifted into my wolf and ran into the woods, one word running through my mind.

Mary