Viraai: (Book 3) Resistance.

| 1 | Omega.

K A Y L A

"Kayla! Where are you? We're going to be late!" I hear my sister, Naomi, scold. I look down at the scale below me, carefully watching as the digits change. Come on, land on a different number...

"I'll be right there!" I reply her as I briefly turn my head towards the door before I look stare down at the scale again, a small exhale leaving my lips as I stare at the number that finally appears.

80lbs.

Well, at least it was higher than last time...

I step off the scale and onto the polished bathroom tiles, staring up at the bathroom mirror in front of me where I'd find my dull reflection staring back at me.

"Such a worthless piece of shit." Leria, my wolf, growls loudly in my head.

"I don't look that bad today..." I retort, using my hand to go through my honey blonde hair a few times, throwing it over my shoulders and letting it fall onto my back.

"You always look this bad." She snaps spitefully at me, making my hand drop to my side slightly and frown at myself in the mirror.

"Did I mention I hate you? Like so much?" I say quickly to her, as I try not to let her words affect me by fighting the urge to cry. It gets easier every day, but sometimes, it gets too much to handle...

"The feeling is mutual." Her low growl sounds as she cuts off the link.

Now, you're probably thinking, what kind of relationship do I have with my Wolf? She's supposed to be my best friend, my guide, the one I can always count on. But my relationship with her is a complicated one, in fact, more than complicated...

For starters, there's no relationship, to begin with. She simply loathes me, detests my very being.

And the only reason for that is because I'm 17 years old, I am still unable to shift...

I should have shifted 3 years ago. Just like any ordinary Werewolf when they reach the age of 14 or at the latest 15...

That's when she first showed up, a voice in my head, one I couldn't even see, telling me everything was going to be okay and I should trust my instincts and let her guide me. But despite that, I could never shift, no matter how hard I tried to...

She grew impatient with me, angry and began to see me as dysfunctional, useless... and she grew to neglect me. She's expressed multiple times how she wishes she wasn't my Wolf and being stuck with me was complete tórture. And honestly... I can't blame her...

I'm the Pack Omega after all...

The weakest, most fragile, most likely to die in almost any situation. I'm looked down upon and mistreated by almost everyone in my Pack. They make me feel like life is not worth living, like I'm worthless trash that needs to be thrown away as soon as possible.

I wish I could say that my appearance didn't help the matter, for some reason, it only people hate me more.

I have frizzy honey-blond hair that is extremely long, just below my waist. I don't remember the last time I got near scissors, or at least held one. I've got big hazel eyes that my sister insisted was my best feature, but I don't think so. I don't think I have any good features. I’m also short, around 5"0 compared to other Werewolves, which made it really easy for others to pick on me...

"Kay!" I hear Naomi call again, followed by a few knocks on the bathroom door.

"Hold on!" I yell back at the door.

I run my hands through my hair again and make it look somewhat presentable. At least it isn't that frizzy today so I don't need to brush it that much. I get my black long-sleeved sweater top off the counter and pull it over my head, pulling my arms through it. Just like most of my clothes, this sweater is extremely baggy and concealed my arms behind its woolly fabric. It's winter, but normal Werewolves aren't affected by the cold. I however still am because I have not had my Awakening yet... so I'll have to stay warm.

Once I've done that, I check my appearance again and walk over to the door, unlocking it for my sister to enter.

"Finally." Naomi sighs, looking down at me as she leans on the door frame. Naomi is taller than me by about a foot and a half, and no surprise that she is way prettier. We have the same eye colour, but unlike my blonde hair, she inherited my mom's rich, dark red hair colour... She also had a Mate, Ezra and he really cares about her and loves her with all his heart, I've seen it...

Love.

One of the many things I envied but I know I will never get to experience...

"You look pretty." She smiles lightly at me politely...

"It's too early for jokes, Naomi," I say quickly, and walk past her and over to the wardrobe where I can grab a pair of converse.

"Come on don't say that, you do look pretty." She tries to reassure me. I grab white converse and turn back around to see that she has taken a few steps towards me.

Nope, isn't working.

"Okay then. Thanks." I mutter, so she won't pester me about my looks anymore. I quickly slip on my shoes and then walk over to my dresser to grab some lip balm for my dry lips. That's all I needed, I’m not really a makeup person, I don’t even know how to use it.

"How much was it?" She asks and I pause slightly, my entire body freezing as I remember the number I had seen on the scale earlier.

"80. 5 more than before..." I tell her, picking up some of my pina colada favoured lip balm and rubbing it on my lips.

"That's good but you still need to try harder, we can train again this evening if you want?" I hear her say and in her voice, I notice something that she's always showing me. Pity...

"No. It's fine, I just need to eat more that's all." I say as I finish coating my lips and placing the balm back on the dresser.

My Mom and Naomi have always been worried about my weight so they constantly insist on me getting stronger and trying to be more healthy, but it's easier said than done and they don't know how hard it is for me...

"It's not just about stuffing yourself, you have to train more if wanna be stronger. Make sure you eat healthily, drink lots of water, walk around a lot-." She begins to ramble but I turn to stop her from saying anymore...

"Naomi." I stop her with a smile on my face. "You're doing it again," I state. It's a usual thing with her so I can't blame her for it. I love my sister, she is always looking after me, but there are times where I'd have to stop her from overdoing it.

She sighs at me and relaxes her shoulders before she raises her hands up in defence. "Okay okay, I'll stop smothering... but I only do it cause I love you." She smiles at me before she begins to walk towards the door of my bedroom.

"Come on, you're the one who wanted to go so badly so let's get going... we don't wanna be late..."