Today was Marked Day. Every year, in every district, at the exact same hour… one eighteen-year-old girl gets chosen. Some girls curled their hair. Wore perfume. Smiled like they were already somebody. Because somewhere far from this town… four Cardinal Alphas were watching. Not for faces. Not for names. For Luna potential. I took the long way to school… back alleys… side streets… trying to disappear. But you can’t hide from a gaze you can’t see. Marked Day only takes one girl. And by the end of the day… one desk stays empty forever. The sick part? Some girls pray it’s them. Me? I already knew the truth I didn’t want to admit. When Alphas start watching… they don’t do it by accident. The Alphas called me special… but my town only had one name for girls like me: “Whore’s daughter. Must be a whore herself.” That’s what they’ve called me since I could walk. I am Violet Purple and my mom Nancy is in-fact a sex-worker. I live in District One, raised by a prostitute who found me in the trash. That’s the version people whisper anyway. She named me Violet because of my purple hair. I grew up poor and abused. A freak with no explanation for my strange appearance. But to my surprise, I got accepted into Lunaris Academy - the elitist werewolf school where Alpha werewolves pick their future queens. How the hell did I end up at Lunaris Academy? Me! A nobody, A virgin girl from the trailer park. It started with a broken glass… and a wolf who wouldn’t stop staring at me. - @pocketfmworld