Chapter 4 Meeting Naomi

Daisy

I start to stir and curl up as my whole body aches. The beating I got from Grayson and his goons took a toll on my already tired body. I wouldn't be surprised if it was well past sunrise.

'Wake up, Daisy.' A calm voice makes me shoot up. I look around frantically and then frown. No one's in my room. Did I imagine that voice?

'It's ok, sweetheart.' That voice soothes me but I only hold myself tightly. 'Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.'

"W-who's there?" I stammer out and look around still. Is someone playing a trick on her?

'My name is Naomi. I'm your wolf.' That makes me pause and blink several times. My wolf? I have one? My heart starts to pound in my chest.

"A-are you really my wolf?" I ask hopefully. "I-I've always wanted one... so that I wouldn't be seen as completely useless." I look down. I feel like I'm talking to myself.

'You're far from useless, Daisy. You're a very special wolf. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.' Her voice is so soothing yet strong. 'We have a very busy day ahead of us so let's get going.'

Get going? I hesitate and remember what Dahlia said to me. If I leave the house, won't I get punished? Dahlia can get mean and ugly when she's pissed off.

'Don't worry about your sister. Her wolf will want to search for her mate too. Let's see if ours is close by.' Naomi tells me. I can feel her getting antsy in my head.

Of course, she'd want to search for her mate too. I start to feel excited as well. "Ok... let me get washed up." I had been too upset last night to wash up so I felt gross and sore.

'Go ahead. We have all the time in the world to find him.' Naomi says that but I can she's getting impatient. I get up and grab a new hoodie and sweatpants. Then I go out to the bathroom and jump into the shower.

My body is frail and covered in faint scars and dark bruises. My parents say I'm way too big and wasteful so when I look at myself in the mirror, I see a chubby yet frail girl staring back at me.

As I dry off, I take note of something else. A dark crescent moon-shaped mark is on my shoulder. It appeared when I was eight and nothing I did made it go away so I kept it hidden. It reminds me of a tattoo but I've never gotten one.

Otherwise, I'm just a beaten girl who's so pale that I might as well be a ghost. My hair doesn't help either and other than the bruises, my purple eyes are the only spark of color I have on me.

I throw on my clothes and Naomi huffs. 'You shouldn't hide that mark. It proves just how special you are.' This confuses me as I don't know what she means.

"Pardon?" I wait but Naomi doesn't respond. I sigh and brush my damp hair before walking downstairs. The house is empty but I see the special decorations my parents must have put up for Dahlia.

Envy and sadness rush through me. Why can't they love me as well? I was just a baby so I didn't mean to almost kill Mother! I also didn't ask to be born an omega.

I let out a sigh and walk out the back door. I don't see anyone around and I realize they must be starting the birthday celebration by now. The sun is high in the sky.

'Let's go, Daisy. Hopefully, we will meet our destiny.' I nod and start to walk around. I don't see anyone around but I can hear faint music coming from the main pack house. That loud music always gives me a headache but it's Dahlia's favorite so of course it gets played.

As I walk, I find myself taking note of so many things. Has everything always looked this colorful? Has everything always smelled this strong? It's like my senses have intensified since last night. Is this all because of Naomi?

My feet start to take me towards the pack house. "We shouldn't go there," I whisper to Naomi. "Dahlia doesn't want to see me. No one does. We'll just get in trouble."

'We have to go there!' Naomi sounds restless and I can almost see her pacing around in my head. 'Don't you feel it? Our mate is there!'

Our mate? My heart starts to pound and I breathe in all the scents. I can barely tell any of them apart but one stands out. One that's fresh like the trees around me.

Why is it so familiar? My heart continues to pound as I quicken my pace. The music only gets louder and I see some people outside. I freeze and then find behind some trees. The fear of being caught is stronger than the chance of meeting my mate. How pathetic can I be?

I peek out and watch when walk back inside. Then I see him and everything slows. 'Mate!' Naomi howls in joy, but nothing but dread fills my heart.

My eyes lock with a pair of hazel orbs and I feel butterflies in my stomach even if I shouldn't. Those eyes widen as well as I see him mouth 'mate' but all I can do is spin around and run off.

The trees blur around me and I've never felt so free before. However, tears burn my eyes. Why? Why is this happening to me? Why is it him?

Why is my wolf screaming 'mate' when the man that stood there alone was Tristian Parker?