Lydia
Drenched in cold water, I sit deathly while my pack laughs at me. It hurts, but there is nothing I can do. I fear the people around me will push me back into the puddle if I stand.
"Look at the dirty mutt!" Rhaegar shouts and points at me. He is the pack's gamma and seems to be friends with Sally, Owen's mate, who pushed me down on the ground.
He keeps shouting and pointing at me, which excites the pack. Suddenly everyone is laughing and splashing dirty water onto my face.
"Filthy omega!"
"Mutt!"
"Weakling!"
"Muttblood!"
Rhaegar smirks at me. "You're so dirty and ugly..."
I look up at Owen, who is pretending I'm not there. He is facing the other direction while Sally and Rhaegar's sister are scoffing at me.
"Why don't you clean yourself, little mutt?" Sally walks forward
