Do you know what it meant to be a runt among the shifters? It meant you would be the smallest and the weakest among all the other shifters around you.
It was not usual for a werewolf to get sick easily, as it was well known that they had incredible healing ability.
A shifter could be littered with severe wounds, but it would only need a few hours or at most a day for them to be able to get back to their original state.
Therefore, you couldn't take a shifter lightly, a werewolf even more so, because they were at the top of the food chain. They were the predators.
However, it didn't work that way for Iris. The only reason being she was a runt.
Ever since she was born, she had been concurrently sick. She was also smaller than a normal shifter baby. In the first few years of her life, it was so hard even to feed her, it was a challenge, especially since she would get a fever every now and then.
And when she reached the age of sixteen, she was not able to shift into her wolf due to her spirit being too weak for her to be able to do so.
And now, when she was at the age of seventeen, when all the she- wolves would think this was the time when they would meet their mates, she didn't think she would find one.
And above all of that, she was not able to hear.
Iris could read people's lips, but she wouldn't be able to know what they were saying if they were not facing her when they spoke to her.
If it was not for her father being the alpha of the Blue Moon pack, no one would even know about her, as she would spend most of her time inside her house and had a tutor come to help her with her education.
Unfortunately, her life didn't get better even after she turned twenty.
"Come out now!" Someone shouted behind Iris, as she sat on the cold floor of the dungeon with her head lowered. "Damn it! I forgot she couldn't hear!" The man cursed under his breath and opened the cell before he marched toward the skinny girl and yanked her arm to make her stand up.
Iris gritted her teeth, she looked at the man with fear in her eyes. Her pack had fallen, they were defeated in a war and now she was a prisoner of war. She was the only daughter of the Alpha after all.
"The Alpha wants to see you!" The man showed so much hostility in his eyes, as he grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her out of this filthy cell, where she had stayed for more than a week now.
Iris couldn't hear him, but she could read his lips and she knew meeting the Alpha was inevitable. She trembled in fear. She hated being hurt.
Iris stumbled on her feet a few times because she couldn't keep up with the guard's pace, yet he didn't slow down at all.
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