I take a breather seeing that everything is all set for the main event that's in a few hours. It's been a very hectic day consisting of everyone running around. I myself have been helping the staff with setting everything up.

"Nervous?," Lysa utters as she stands near me.

"No, why would I be?," I question confusedly. I watch as Lysa's obsidian black eyes gives me the most distasteful glare she didn't even bother on hiding. I say nothing at all being someone that doesn't like confrontation. So I just stay silent removing myself from her presence.

"I just assumed considering you're not from this type of class," she says. I come to a quick halt, but continue on despite how her remark made me feel.

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We're currently in line waiting for the doors to open. Ozulla assigned each of us our roles for tonight. I was assigned to cater cheese to the guests, which I'm pretty fine with. Catering drinks is much more hectic in my opinion. The doors creak open as guests start swarming in excitement plastered onto their faces. This empire is very into art, so it makes sense.

As I walk offering cheese to guests I see news reporters, business wolf and she-wolves, models, and people of all ages. This event is truly a big one.

"What a night so far," Nehemiah utters from behind me as I turn my heel to face him. This entire day has been super busy and we haven't had the chance to even greet one another as we tend to always do when working the same shifts.

"Agreed. My legs are so tired," I say taking a breather.

"Hey at least you're getting in that workout," he smiles causing a smile on me.

"Very true," I say.

"You sure like charity work do you? Always talking to the ugly she-wolves," a familiar voice speaks into existence. I look at Lysa who's rolling her eyes at me with two other she-wolves behind her glaring at me.

"What's your problem?," Nehemiah annoyedly questions as I stay silent questioning my appearance.

"Ladies and gentlemen to the main room now," Ozulla announces as she walks by us powering walking towards the main room. We all start following behind her as Lysa goes out of her way to shoulder bump me as she walks ahead of me.

Stepping inside the main room there's even more beautiful paintings. I can tell these are more recent as dates are established by each painting. I see one particular painting that catches my eye. In this painting stands a she-wolf with her back turned. She's has light brown hair. In the background there's a sky that is gloomy. The painting seems a bit mysterious as well as depressing in a way.

"When is the alpha making his appearance?," a suited wolf utters breaking my attention from the painting.

"He's at a alpha union. He will be here soon. In the meantime, let's take a look at his most recent paintings," another suited wolf responds. As the show continues we also continue to cater to guests.

After refilling on cheese entering the main room I feel something solid make contact with my feet causing me to trip over. I scream as I drop the platter full of cheeses landing hard on the tile floor. I can hear loud gasps echoing around the room. Looking up at everyone seeing all eyes on me I just want to disappear immediately. If I had the power to vanish or become invisible this is moment I would be gone. Gone from everyone's sight. I look to my right seeing Lysa's two friends giggling silently at me.

I get back up immediately despite my aching body especially my knees and elbows that are throbbing horribly. As I turn around to make a run for it I bump into Lysa. Which unfortunately isn't the only thing I bump into. Everyone gasps as I feel the warmth of the spaghetti inside the bowl Lysa has within her hands spill all over my chest and stomach.

"Oops," Lysa murmurs in such a tone that expresses insincerity. Was this planned?

I can feel the embarrassment completely take over me more than earlier. My throat feels tight suddenly as my eyes begin to blur. My lips begin to quiver as my heart wants to jump out of my chest. I immediately step aside curving Lysa hearing the bowl collapse onto the ground and feeling the thick saucy spaghetti slide down off of me hitting the floor as I proceed to walk away as fast as I can.

"What happened out there?," Ozulla utters loudly from behind me bringing me to a halt.

"Lysa and her friends did this," I mumble trying to hold tears back.

"That's absurd. They're kind she-wolves. Just take accountability that you weren't focused," Ozulla grumbles.

"But I was focused. I was tripped," I explain. I watch as Ozulla glances between the main room and I. I can tell she's getting furious due to complete embarrassment. She's a perfectionist and hates when things go out of her control. She takes very serious on how she performs to make events brilliantly run and this is not that.

"I've never had this type of embarrassment happen in my entire 20 years of my career. Do you have the slightest idea how this will make me look? You can at least take accountability for your mess up," Ozulla mutters.

"I'm sorry, but I'm saying the truth," I repeat.

"I don't have time for this. You're fired. Out of my sight," she coldly says. My heart falls into my stomach. I can't afford being out of a job that helps me eat and at times shelters me when I close. So I try to protest, but she shushes me calling for securities to escort me. All eyes are on me for the third time as they all watch me get escorted out of the premises. As I walk I see Lysa and her friends grin as they chuckle among themselves. They're so proud of themselves to have me fired and in the streets full time now.

As I exit out of the building handing my badge to one of the security guards. I watch as the doors are slammed shut leaving me with nothing. I stand there feeling the breeze hit me coldly leaving me more in shock of what just happened.

Is this really happening?

In matter of fact did this just happen to me?

I'm jobless.

If life wasn't hard already for a she-wolf like me. I got lucky with this job. What am I going to do now? How will I eat? Food isn't exactly cheap here. I feel numb in this gloomy day. Funny how I feel gloomy within when my world is exactly that, gloomy. Maybe even stormy as I'm homeless and jobless.

I feel so lost.

Alone.

Fucking sad.

And just like that I find myself running as tears slide down my cheeks. I sob as I run. The harder I sob the faster I run.

Why must my life be so hard?

That's all I've ever known.

Happiness, what is even that feeling?

Have I ever been truly full of happiness?

There has been a few moments I felt happy, but those were moments never lasting longer to say I truly felt it deeply. All this life has made me feel is alone, abandoned, embarrassed, sad, without purpose, unloved, and lost.

What is even my purpose on this Earth?

What's my purpose within my own life?

Am I meant to always feel this way?

I wish my parents whoever they were would of just aborted me. Why bring me into this world to suffer?

To be so fucking alone.

After a while of running I spot a bridge. I make my way over wanting for it all to be over.

Tears slide down my swollen eyes as I look down the lake. Gusty winds brush against my flesh feeling coolness on my skin. The world is beautiful full of color and so much life, but being me it's the opposite. My body trembles from fear of what is going through my mind. I should get off this bridge now, but my heart is broken and all it wants is to no longer live in pain.

No one cares anyways.

No one loves me.

My biological parents threw me away.

I'm alone.

I close my eyes squeezing them tight as the last tears drop down my cheeks ready to go to heaven if there's even one.

I guess I'll find out.

Any place is better than here.

Just as I extend my arms out ready to take the leap of my fate. I feel a strong sudden grip on my sleeved shoulder yanking me backwards into muscular arms.

As I open my eyes to see who dared intervene. I'm met with the most exotic eyes I've ever seen in my life.

Staring back at me is purple eyes.