Chapter 1 The Forgotten Twin

Daisy POV

I stood at a corner in the training arena, trying to fit as my pack trained. They moved like a well-oiled machine strong, fast, perfect. Especially her. My sister, Dahlia. She led them with an ease that made it seem like she was born to rule. Every punch, every block, every move was flawless. The pack admired her, worshiped her even.

And then there was me. The forgotten one. Daisy, the Omega.

I didn't belong here, not really. I wasn't built for this life of strength and glory. But I had to come, forced by duty to watch them train. I hated it. Their laughter cut through me like knives, their voices filled with joy and pride that I couldn't share. Dahlia, the golden one, was always in the center, a shining light. Me? I was nothing. A shadow.

"Daisy, why aren't you joining the training?"

The sound of my father's voice made me wince. I could tell he was the one without even turning around. Every time he spoke to me, he had the same expression, as if he could not bear to see me.

I stared at the floor and murmured, "I'm just... watching." My lips tasted harsh from the words.

He yelled, "If all you do is stand there like a ghost, you're not much use to the pack." "Even an Omega must do her share."

I nodded despite my constricted throat after swallowing forcefully. "I understand."

"Then do it." He spoke in an icy tone. I stood there with my heart racing and my guilt burning as he turned and left.

I was unable to perform anything correctly. Never had. Never would.

Dahlia was sparring with the others across the field, and I could see her moving with her honey-blonde hair flying. She was stunning, self-assured, and powerful. She was loved by all. She fit in. And I was nothing beside her. Not in the same world, even.

"Why did you even bothering to come?"

I was surprised by the voice, but I knew it was Rowan without having to look. One of Dahlia's closest friends, one of her most devoted fans, and one of my worst harassers. I felt sick to my stomach at his arrogant tone.

"I.... "

He sneered and moved closer so I could feel the intensity of his loathing, saying, "Daisy, you're not like us." "Weak. Horrible. useless.

As usual, the words were painful, but I said nothing. There was no point in disputing. There was nothing I could say that would alter their opinion of me.

Rowan laughed, pleased that I didn't answer. He mumbled, "Figures," and turned to leave me by myself in the icy shadow of Dahlia's creativity.

A shadow. Always.

I noticed Dahlia approaching just as I was ready to leave. Despite the rigorous training, she naturally appeared flawless and in fantastic condition. Her eyes were sharp and constantly calculating, yet her expression was neutral.

With a flat, uncaring tone, she questioned, "Daisy, what are you doing here?"

I muttered, "Father said I should come watch," as I felt the weight of her eyes.

"Watch?" She raised an eyebrow in repetition. "You ought to be working out."

I tried to speak steadily as I said, "I wasn't invited."

Dahlia sighed as if I were the greatest annoying person in the world. "Daisy, you can be of assistance without an invitation. However, don't just stand by if you're not going to take part. Go assist Mother in getting ready for tonight's hunt.

I nodded, though my throat constricted. "All right. I'll go.

I felt her eyes pierce my back as I turned and left without saying another word. Their laughing reverberated all around me as I traversed the field, but I kept my head down. They ensured that I knew I had no place here.

The aroma of fresh meat and herbs greeted me as soon as I walked through the entrance of my house. As she got ready for the hunt that night, my mother was already in the kitchen, working swiftly. When I walked in, she didn't even look up.

She whispered, "About time you showed up." "I don't have to wait for you all day."

Unsure of what to say, I stood there for a while. But what would I even say? Instead, I just asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Chop those vegetables," she snapped, pointing at a pile on the counter. "And try not to mess it up."

Her words stung, but I moved to the counter and picked up the knife, my hands shaking slightly. With all neither of us would say, there was a heavy silence between us. Since the day I was born, she had changed the way she looked at me. because I nearly killed her when i was born.

In an attempt to concentrate, I began chopping. Even though it was easy, I was unable to stop the thoughts from racing through my mind. Her disappointed and resentful gaze was on me, and I could feel it.

The silence was suddenly broken when she said, "You should try harder." "You believe that your status as an Omega allows you to be worthless?"

My heart sank into my gut as I started chopping again after my hands briefly froze. "No," I muttered. "I'm not".

"Then pretend to be that," she said harshly. "You have given nothing in return, and we have given you everything."

My hand slid as her words struck me like a slap. I gasped and swiftly withdrew my hand as the knife slashed into my finger. As blood gathered, I reached for a piece of fabric and wrapped it around the wound.

"Daisy."

The sound of Dahlia's voice made me tense. She appeared to have something significant to say as she stood in the doorway with her arms folded.

"What is it?" I asked, attempting to control my frustration. At the moment, I didn't want to deal with her.

Dahlia remarked, "Something is going on at the borders." "Your father wants you to attend."

Confusedly I blinked. "Me? Why?

She shrugged, like it didn't matter. "Avoid asking me. Just come."

The forest at the edge of Stormclaw territory felt darker than usual, the shadows deeper, colder. The air was thick with tension, making every step feel heavy. I followed Dahlia to where our father stood with a group of pack members. Something was definitely wrong.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly, not expecting much of an answer.

Father turned to me, his face unreadable. "We've found something," he said, his voice low. "Something strange."

I frowned, my stomach tightening. "What do you mean?"

Before he could respond, something moved in the trees. A shape, a wolf, but not like any wolf I'd ever seen.

In the moonlight, its eyes glowed a deep, strange purple, and its fur shimmered silver. I could see it glaring at me. Unblinking. Like it knew me.

I stepped back, my heart thumping. "What is that, exactly?" My voice was almost heard as I whispered.

With a nervous tone, Dahlia took a step forward. "This is not to my liking."

With its eyes fixed on me, the wolf moved closer. There seemed to be a strange pull pulling at something deep within me as the ground moved beneath me. My heart pounded as terror combined with an inexplicable element.

With its eyes still fixed on me, the wolf let out a low growl. Then it moved in a flurry of glittering light. turning into a man.

Tall, with silver hair that matched the wolf's fur and those same glowing purple eyes. A slow knowing smile curled his lips as he stood in front of us, looking directly at me.

His voice was deep and eerie as he replied, "I've been waiting for you.".His eyes gleamed with a strange intensity. "Daisy."