CHAPTER 2 : MEMORIES

BIANCA'S POV

"Get this filthy thing out of my sight," he pointed at me, then, at that point, at my folks.

My father was enraged, however Jack's position in the pack was a lot higher than his, so I comprehended he needed to tone down his reaction. Mother gazed at us, stunned.

Susanne approached me and embraced me. At the point when she opened her mouth, I knew she was planning to call Jack furious names. I shook my head.

"Don't bother," I murmured.

Susanne gave me a concerned look however, she withdrew.

"What's happening here?" The voice of the Alpha resonated in the square, blasting and telling.

Jack stood gladly when the Alpha moved toward us. A goliath of a man, the pioneer had a long shaggy facial hair growth, and similarly ragged eyebrows.

"I would not acknowledge her as my mate,"

Jack expressed, staring at me. It didn't seem like he felt any regret for his actions.

I gazed up at the Alpha, wiping my tears away. He had a cruel demeanor all over.

"So you would rather not mate with this mutt?"

The head of our pack requested Jack to affirm his decision for the last time.

"I won't," Jack answered decisively.

I was sad and didn't know what to do. For what reason did fate have to hitch me with such a horrible person out of the multitude of wolves in the park?

I sent a petition to the moon goddess. Obviously, no answer came.

Regardless of whether the moon goddess felt Jack would be a decent accomplice for me, and I for him, but he'd already made up his mind. And nothing was going to change that.

Also, he'd proactively dismissed me; such an extreme motion was conclusive.

"Then there's a bad situation for the crossbreed in our pack," the Alpha's words severely impacted me.

I opened my mouth to protest why the Alpha would remove me from the pack unceremoniously, but I was being misunderstood entirely.

Since Jack didn't need me as his mate, I would have to abandon my life here. I was going to leave behind my folks and my livelihood.

Also, where else would I go? There was no place in Dartmoor that would acknowledge a rebel - a wolf shifter without a pack. A rebel was untouchable, disregarded by everybody.

My dad rushed to respond. While I was lost in my thoughts, he challenged the verdict. I could hear him screaming at the top of his voice he was not scared to confront the Alpha.

I stood there with tears drowning my cheeks, trying to figure out my next move.

"Why? On what basis are you dismissing my daughter from the pack?" My dad asked.

"I have neglected how you weakened your bloodline for a really long time. You brought this animal that is neither completely a human nor a wolf shifter into our clan, however if she has not showed deserving of her destined mate, then, at that point, there's a bad situation for her here,"

The Alpha's words were cold, and I felt the conclusiveness of them.

I had never seen somebody squabble with him and emerge from the argument victorious. The Alpha's statement had more weight than the law itself.

Perhaps, on the off chance that he said it was a bad situation for me in the family, I expected to leave. I would be somebody with no place to go.

I stared into the mirror, checking out the scar on my cheek. Jack had dismissed me because of my crossbreed nature - something I had no chance of impacting.

I had sustained a lot of injuries while fighting off a bunch of marauders at the Flint wood sugar plantation.

Throughout the year, I still had bruises all over. People normally stared at me in shock and disgust, gossiping among themselves about my weird appearance.

How was my fated mate going to accept me in this state?

The Alpha gave me the rest of the day to leave. With no place else to go, I advanced toward Del Rio, a port town.

Dartmoor Island was the main spot I could imagine that somebody like me could call home: somebody who had nothing, somebody who was completely alone, without trust in others and without trust.

This crushed animal was who I was currently. I was, as of now, not under the deception that I merited the attention and acknowledgment of others.

The boat hit the wharf, jolting back to reality.

I trusted the mariners will put down the ship's anchor. I waved at the captain and advanced onto land.

I needed to stand by a second to become acclimated to being on stable ground once more. I had to put on my knapsack with a few provisions I had taken with me, and I left the boat.

I additionally trusted that these steps in the right direction implied I was leaving my previous life behind totally. I was prepared to start all over again here on Dartmoor Island, the forbidden gem of the South Pacific.

I was all the while hoping that the island would end up being a decent spot for me.

The captain's words were still on my mind. His advice reminded me not to expect much from the island's occupants. The port buildings stood void, and the street I followed north was congested with vegetation.

Ideally, soon I would find the street that expanded west to the Belmont pack. I could trust they would accept me and wouldn't discard me like my former pack had done.

Maybe I could make a deal with them and simply live alone in some isolated spot on the island.

I had been walking tirelessly for ten minutes when the hedges to one side stirred, as I was about to cross the community's town hall about seven men wearing black vests and khaki short jeans.

They were all wolf shifters; the creature inside me recognized them as members of my kind.