Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me

--Fight Song; Rachel Platten

Margo

I find myself in my old bedroom in the barn. I don't really remember how I got here, but I recognise the room I'm in. It's quite ironic how I used to hate this place; but here I am, unknowingly seeking comfort from it.

I don't know how much time has passed since the incident earlier. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours. I look out the window and see that it's pitch black outside. It must be around midnight now.

My head is pounding with a nasty migraine and I realise that it is freezing cold. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath. Somehow, I still couldn't process the truth.That the people I love the most chose to believe Carla over me.

I feel so betrayed.

My friends, my mate, my pack, they all chose Carla over me. How did it come to this? Just over a week ago I was very happy with my life. I was content and at peace. I had awesome friends, a very supportive pack, a wonderful partner in life yet here I am. Sitting on the floor of a barn all by myself, freezing and crying.

What did I do to deserve this much pain? Why do I have to go through this much unhappiness in my life? I got bullied, I got rejected. Then I found a new beginning, thinking it would last, only to be ripped away by a non-decomposing zombie.

I hear two sets of footsteps coming towards the barn and I look at the direction the sound. Moments later, Kelly and Trey comes into view. Seeing my brother's soft and loving expression, sobs break out once more. He runs towards me with his arms open wide and I welcome his embrace.

Hugging my biological brother, I pour it all out. I let go of all the pent up emotions inside of me and just cry. I hear Kelly's footsteps getting fainter, so she must've left to give me and Trey some privacy.

I burry my face in his neck and let the sobs out. I can feel his lips on my head, I can hear him murmuring words of comfort for me and I welcome them. I'm just glad to have someone I can hug and rely on.

When my sobs have finally ebbed, and the shaking has stopped, Kelly comes back into the barn again holding a cashmere sweater. I put the sweater on then rest my head on Trey's chest. He's stroking my hair comfortingly as we wait for my hiccups to stop.

Just sitting there, my head on my brother's chest and Kelly staring out the window, we all listen to the silence of the night. It is so ironic how two of the people who used to cause me great pain is giving me comfort.

Trey pulls back and looks me in the eye. "I'm sorry." He says and then his hands clench into fists and his eyes harden. "I can't believe them." I look at him, my brother. Yes, I forgave him before. But we haven't really bonded as siblings. This is the first time we have such a familial moment as brother and sister.

"What are you going to do now?" Kelly asks and I let out a sigh. "I don't know. It's just extremely painful you know?" No words can describe the pain and emptiness I am feeling right now. It's like there's a hole in my chest.

A huge, gaping hole with burning edges. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to think, it just hurts. This pain is one of a kind. I feel coldness from within my chest and it's slowly spreading throughout my body. My chest feels tight and constricted.

When I close my eyes, I can see Carla's smile; I can hear her smug voice, I can hear their thoughts, I can see the image of Jemcer hugging Carla. I feel trapped.

"It hurts, Trey. Please make it stop." I hug my brother tighter. "Please, please make it stop." "Come with me." Trey suddenly stands up. He nods at Kelly and she runs out of the barn.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Just come with me." And so we get out of the barn, into the night. Good thing we're werewolves; we don't have any problems seeing in the dark. Trey leads me out to the highway where a cab is surprisingly waiting for us.

Trusting my brother, I get in the car and head towards our destination—which only Trey knows. During the cab ride, I look out the window, seeing nothing but blurred darkness. We stopped outside a 24 hour diner.

We both get inside and choose a booth. A tired looking woman in her late 30's comes and asks us what we would like to have. Trey asks for a pitcher of water and orders a burger.

Once our order arrives, he pushes the food towards me. Gently, I shake my head. I don't really have the appetite to eat anything right now. "Eat. You need energy." I look up to and see that he is completely serious, and so I tentatively take a bite off my burger.

Honestly, it feels like I'm eating paper but for Trey's sake, I continue eating. Kelly walks in the moment I'm finished eating bringing a suitcase and a handbag.

"What's going on?" Trey takes my hand in his and looks me in the eye. "You need to leave. You'll only get hurt if you stay."

"I'll leave? Again?" I ask him. But honestly, I really do want to leave everything right now. "I don't want to seem like a coward, Trey. Running whenever things get hard."

"I know you're in pain."

I don't say anything since that is true. I am in pain. I'm barely holding it together right now. "You deserve to be happy, sis. After everything you've been through, you have every right to be happy." Tears start welling in my eyes as love for my biological brother envelops me.

"Those Aces may have deserted you, but I won't." He says in determination. "Not this time." Tears now flow freely from my eyes as I take in my brother's words. Yes, I do deserve to be happy. I've always put other people first.

I've put the Aces first. I've prioritised my friends and Jemcer's happiness before mine. But they didn't hesitate to turn their backs on me. I deserve to be happy.

"It takes courage to be happy, Margo." Kelly says and as I look at her, no makeup, hair tied in a bun on top of her head, dressed in a plain blue hoodie, I can finally see the girl who used to be my best friend.

"Honestly, it takes courage to find happiness. Maybe some will call you a coward for running, but it takes bravery to put yourself first. Be selfish for once, honey. Find your happiness." Smiling through my tears, I give Kelly a hug that conveys how grateful I am for the both of them.

"I packed clothes for you in that suitcase. I also packed toiletries and other stuff you might need." Kelly says, handing me the suitcase.

"You're going to use your old passport." Trey says as he hands me the small book. Raising my eyebrows, I take it in my hands. "Old passport?" I understand what he meant when I take a look at it.

I still look the same, although a bit younger. This picture was taken 3 years ago, and my name is still Cassandra Monroe. "You can still be Margosella Ace, sis. Margosella is the fierce, and loyal, and happy luna of an extremely powerful pack. Just use that passport since you're leaving in such short notice."

"You'll be using mom's credit card."

"What?!"

"She's dead, Margo. She surprisingly left a will; she left all her money to us. She took your college money when she ran, remember? So technically, it's your money."

"But—"

"No buts. Take it. If you won't, I'll force you to use my credit card." He threatens, raising an eyebrow. He knows I don't like spending someone else's money. He knows me well. With a sigh, I reluctantly agree. Because it's true. This is technically my money.

Taking the passport and plane ticket with me, we all head towards the exit where another cab is waiting. I turn to Kelly and Trey, "You guys really planned this, huh?" They just smile and nod.

We all get in the cab and head towards the airport. Once there, I hug them both goodbye. Trey gently wipes the tears from my cheeks as the boarding call starts to sound through the speakers.

"Try to be happy, okay?" I give him a tearful smile and nod reluctantly. "I'll try. I know it'll be hard, but I will try." I promise. Trey kisses my forehead, and I wave goodbye to Kelly before I start walking towards the gate.

With one last glance, I give them both a shaky smile. I'm really leaving. As I climb the stairs to the plane, I feel like I'm leaving my heart behind; with every step I take, it's like a piece of me is left behind. But I'm done being miserable. I've had enough of crying. I've had enough of pain. Once this plane lands in New York, I will try to put it all behind me and focus on myself.

As the plane takes off, I look at the sky outside my window. The lights are getting smaller and smaller and I couldn't stop the tears from falling again. Struggling to keep myself from breaking out into a loud, weeping mess, I try to stifle my sobs.

This will be my last cry, I promise myself and my wolf whose been alarmingly quiet this whole time. She must be taking this harder than me, since she is directly bonded to Jemcer. "We'll be fine, Margo." I hear her voice in my head.

"We will get through this together."

One Week Later: 1:30 am; Manhattan, NY

Disgusted at the couple making out in front of me, I use my ability to stop them from continuing their porno.

"What the fuck?!" The guy exclaims when he pulled back from the kiss. "You bit me!" The girl is looking at him in shock. "I swear, I didn't mean to."

The guy stands up abruptly and glares at the girl. "You didn't mean to bite my tounge? Bitch, I can actually taste blood!"

"Like I said, I didn't mean it. And how dare you call me that?!" Their voices grow fainter as they argue their way towards the exit. I'm currently in a bar in the heart of New York. Drowning myself with vodka and wallowing in my misery has been my past time this week. Surprisingly, my wolf is quiet about my current new found lifestyle.

At first, I was carded since I clearly don't look like a 21 year old. But good thing I'm an Ace, I just tweaked the bartender's mind a bit and voila, I can drink all I want. I know it's wrong. I know it's bad. But the emptiness in my chest just won't go away, and I've learned that with the right amount of alcohol, I could drown that pain and wash it away for the mean time.

Standing up and swaying lightly, I start walking towards the exit. A man starts walking my way, but I still manage to tweak his brain and make him go the opposite way. My eyesight is all blurry, and I can't seem to find my legs.

Somehow, I've grown accustomed to this feeling—being drunk. I've been wasted this past week but I still manage to go back to the hotel I'm staying at safely. Suddenly, I trip on something and my hands scrape on the hard asphalt sidewalk.

I must've drunk more tonight because I couldn't find the energy to stand. I think I'll just lay here, I muse. I'm wearing a jacket anyway, so I won't get cold. I groan and try to smooth the little bumps on the ground and lay my cheeks there.

Then I feel a pair of hands on my waist and I giggle. "Tickles." I hear a sigh before I feel myself being lifted up. I look at the culprit but everything is blurry. I try to blink and my sight gets a bit clearer. I try tweaking his mind, but I'm too exhausted. Man, I wanna sleep.

I must've said it out loud because he answers "You can't sleep in the middle of the sidewalk at 2 am in the middle of New York." I pout. He sounds like my dad. Dad. "I miss my daddy" Shaking his head, the guy starts walking with me in tow.

"Where do you live?" He ask and I shrug. "Hotel." I manage to say.

"Which one?"

"Huh?"

Rubbing his face with his free hand, he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Which hotel are you staying at?" He asks. "The five star one." I brag.

"There are a lot of five star hotels around here. You have to be specific." Shrugging, I lean on his side and we stagger a bit. "Damn it." He curses before he whistles. "Why are you whistling?" I mumble. A yellow car stops on the side of the road.

The stranger rattles out an address that I can't remember and after about 5 minutes, we are in front of a reeaaally tall building. "Oooh, Empire State."

"Nope, it's an apartment building." Inserting a key into the elevator, he presses on a series of numbers. "Lemme try" I try to reach for the glowing numbers but he swats my hand away. "Why did you press so many buttons?" I ask.

"It's a password. I live in the penthouse so not anyone can have access to it." I only caught the words "password" and "penthouse." When the elevator opens with a ding, I also imitate it. Holding my pointer finger in front of his face, I say "Ding!" and imagine a little light bulb lighting up.

He just shakes his head. Uptight. "You've got some nerve insulting me when I just saved your drunk ass from getting attacked." We stagger inside and he drops me on the couch non too gently.

The room starts spinning and my stomach feels weird. I think I'm going to puke. I couldn't find the guy anywhere and I don't know where the bathroom is and so I shakily stand and cover my mouth with my hands.

I spot a box on the kitchen counter and I grab it. The guy emerges from a room I didn't notice before and looks at me and then the box in my hand. I bring the box closer to my mouth, I saw his eyes widen and his mouth open before I let it all out.

I puked and puked until my stomach feels empty. Spotting a trashcan near the sink, I drop the box that is actually a box of cereal—Lucky Charms to be exact and then rinse my mouth. Somehow feeling better after puking, I start walking towards the living room, but I'm too exhausted.

I feel so drained, my limbs feel like they're made of steel and so I just sit on the floor and close my eyes. The guy lets out a sigh and and carries me towards the couch. Just before sleep finally takes over, I hear him let out another frustrated sigh.

"I've taken in a goddamn cereal killer."

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AN: Whose POV should I do next? Jemcer's or the stranger who helped Margo? And please tell me your thoughts about the story so far, particularly this chapter. I'm sure you have a lot to say especially regarding the new character. Thanks for reading :)