Jesse had always loved her pack. It had a beautiful big yard right in front of the pack house, and her room was awesome, and her favorite color: Purple. But not the dark purple, more of a lavender. That is until she found out she was a white wolf. They did not like her after that. They stripped her of her purple room, with it's family photos in intricate frames, and it's dresser that held her average amount of clothes. They gave her the basement room. It did NOT have purple, it only had a mattress on the grimy floor. No dresser, no family photos, except for one she salvaged. The one she cursed every day of her life. She had two different outfits, and they were just plain old black, a mockery of her being a pure white wolf. She was unwanted and got beaten almost every day. She did the housework, cooked, cleaned, and everything else. She was the daughter of the Alpha, and she had Alpha blood. She would not take this sitting down. She had always been rebellious and decided she had enough. BEWARE! This is not your normal werewolf rejection story. I'm going to try to make it different. A new spin on an old idea.