Arlette the Hybrid(lustful)

9yrs Later

Arlette sat in a corner, watching the other youngsters in their wolves form. Their wolf form began when they were six or five years old, but hers was different. She hasn't felt anything, which makes her believe she's cursed.

When she asked her mother why she hadn't felt her wolf, she was told that each wolf has its own life cycle.

She was still thinking when something sprang on her, forcing her to the ground and disrupting her thoughts.

She fought to break free from the cub that has her pinned like an adversary.

Who else if not Madison her tormentor.

Madison was the beta's pack's daughter, and she enjoyed taunting her.

Though her father was the third in command in the pack (the Gemma) instead of being friend Madison choose the latter,maddison is a Year older than her...

When she succeeded in pushing the wolf away from her, the other kids laughed at her, and she touched her face, which was covered in scratches.

*Bullying her with her wolf is what she excels at*.

Madison, in her human form, stated mockingly, "Oh sorry, I was trying to teach my wolf how to attack opponents."

She stood up and dusted her dress, saying nothing as she was about to walk away. "Do I look like an enemy," she wondered inwardly, rolling her eyes.

Madison taunted, "Are you fleeing like a coward?"

Arlette clinched her hand vehemently, hating the label of coward.

"I heard your father refused you, he called you unknown, poor you," Maddison acted sympathetically.

She dreads recalling what happened that day; she couldn't believe her father disputed her status as his daughter in front of the Alpha; she hadn't expected it; she knew her father despised her, but not to the point of denying her or hating her to death.

She had gone to the lake beside the pack to play since she was bored, had no one to play with, and needed fresh air, but she had never anticipated to be assaulted by a rogue.

Fortunately, one of the pack warriors came to her aid.

She recalled her father telling the warrior that he should have left her to be killed by the attacker, and he ordered the pack guard to lock her in the dungeon for a month without food or water, there she could see how much he despised her. She was eventually released after a week.

She also recalls telling the Alpha her name when he asked, and when she told him, her father rejected her, calling her an unknown living with him, and she was upset that day.

She was unable to eat for three days following her mother's motivational speech, she was eventually healed. She smiled as she stroked the necklace around her neck, remembering her mother.

When she touched it, all of her anxieties vanished, and she felt completely relaxed.

"I don't blame him, who wants a weakling to have a child," Maddison said, snapping her out of her thoughts, her smiling face turning into a big angry face, her clenched fist tightening, she could feel strange Power rushing into her body before it got out of hand, she walked away, but Maddison is still bent on hurting her with her words.

"You're too feeble to kill a fly or an ant, let alone a wolf," Madison taunted.

With electric winds around her, Arlette's eyes turned blue, her face heals, and she turns to Maddison, who, along with the other children, gasps. Stunned

"NEVER CALL ME A WEAKLING," .

NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER NEVER EVER EVER

NEVER

"NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

At Gemma's residence

Claire was lying in bed with her friend when she suddenly gasped and bolted "Arlette, not now,* she mumbled as she dashed out the door, her companion hurrying after her, inquiring as to what was wrong.

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In a mysterious cave

I can tell she's alive because I can sense her abilities.

Running to her Power pot, a woman clothed in black began murmuring some chants before staring at it.

My lord must know about it, she reasoned as she took her staff, and he will be pleased to hear the news.

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Claire rushed to the field, gasping and staring at her daughter, and made a few steps towards her.

"Be as quiet as a smoldering fire.

Anger does not fix problems; rather, it destroys them.

Your rage is like a fire that has the potential to destroy the entire world.

You're still a kid.

"Be quiet as a smoldering fire.

Anger does not fix problems; rather, it destroys them.

Your rage is like a fire that has the potential to destroy the entire world.

You're still learning to fly like a small bird.

It is not yet time for you to take to the air.

Be as quiet as a smoldering fire.

When your darkness is toyed with, you become wicked.

Allowing your darkness to dominate your light is not a good idea.

Never pay attention to it.

Do not pay attention to it!

Do not pay attention to it!

It is quite hazardous.

Fight your evil and keep your light shining brightly.

overcome your fear of the dark

Be as quiet as a smoldering fire "Claire found herself reciting this, and after the third chant, Arlette's eyes returned to normal, the electronic wind stopped blowing, and she fell.

Claire caught her before she could touch the ground.

"Mom," she said before she slumped.