Her broken soul

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Yea right. I guess that person never dealt with an abusive alpha father, isolation in a pack over 200 strong, or a jerk for a mate. I must be the strongest wolf in the world then.

The White Moon pack is one of the oldest in North America. It's also one of the last white wolf packs in the world. Rogue attacks, mates outside of our pack, and hunters have lead to a decline in pure white wolves. The alpha of White Moon, Alpha Jack White, is from the original line of white wolves. His mate, Luna Rachel, is a chosen wolf from the White Moon pack since both of their mates were killed before they had the chance to bond. You see, white wolves are born with certain gifts, which other packs want. If they can't find a mate in White Moon, they steal them or kill them. See, the reason why there's so few of us.

My name is Renata White and I'm the daughter of the alpha. The only child really, since chosen mates rarely get pregnant and definitely don't get a chance to have more than one. I guess that's why my parents are so disappointed in me. I'm not a boy, a chance to continue the white wolf legacy. It's been almost 18 years but Luna Rachel can't seem to carry another pup. Is that a reason to torture me all my life? Not in my opinion, but I'm in the minority. I'm hated by everyone because my parents hate me.

As long as I can remember I've been beaten by other children, attacked by grown wolves, starved, locked up, all because I'm a girl. Girls can't be strong, can't be Alphas. It's my fault I was born a girl. So the pack tells me. If I have a mate, he can't be from White Moon since there are no ranked pure white sons. The pack will have to be taken over by an outsider. Of course, this is my fault too.

I hope my mate is a strong alpha of his own pack. Then I can leave this place. Be cared for and protected instead of hated and abused. But, hope is like glass, fragile and easily broken, just like me.