chapter -2

For years I have been subjected to the cruelty of the pack. Alpha Jeremiah made it laws that I would be a pack slave, after my mother's ultimate

death...

Her ultimate betrayal was taking the precious life that our beloved Moon Goddess. So, graciously bestowed upon her. They did not care that she was raped and tortured,or that her mate died trying to save her from the rough wolf. All he says was a female wolf broke our sacred laws, that you are to never deny what the Moon Goddess has given you.

Moon Goddess is a blessing that should be celebrated, you can't never take it for granted..

Her one moment of weakness distraught from the darkness consuming her soul,meant a lifetime of pain for me, Not only does my heart long for her, every second in the torturous days I'm alive. I also have to deal with consequences that follow every moment since she left me.

The Alpha is a cruel man who is raising an army of equally cruel wolves. They take pleasure in tormenting me. I can see it in their eyes, the darkness that consumes them. The endorphins releasing with each brutal punch on the face,or kick in the ribs. The sickness that has seeped into the darkest parts of their souls..

When I was old enough to walk,they began their vicious routine of torture.

I got my first beating when I was 3. I can still remember that day vividly. For no reason in particular, our pack Beta, kicked me while he was walking by, that day my three ribs got broken.

And when I was 5, on the first day of school, a group of Elite which is the offspring of the ranked wolves pushed me against the locker and got my nose bleed. Blood poured onto the ground and laughter echoed in the hall "know your place,mutt" were the words said to me as they walked away.

At 8, I suffered again at the hand of the Elite this time they held me down and shaved all of my hair off.

"My what an ugly mutt you are"they tormented as I lay helplessly on the floor.A crying, sobbing mess trying to gather the strands scattered across the bathroom floor. Pathetic you should kill your self,mutt " one of them spat as they walked away.

I was in 12, when Julie Merchant broke my arm, she told her father, the Beta, that I tried to take her lunch at school. They never even question it.

After that, I was beaten by the Beta himself for trying to take something from his daughter.

She smiles standing behind him while he punched me across my jaw. Some of my teeth fell out and I heard a cracked before I pass out in the pack house.

I woke up to the cold wet rain falling on me, lying on the muddy ground,they tossed me outside like I am nothing, just left me here hoping that this time I would actually die, unfortunately for me. I'm still alive.

Over the years, the beating didn't even need a reason, they could he from me just looking at someone in a wrong way.

The Alpha said that I should be grateful that he stills allowed me to attend school, which I suppose I am because without education I would never had a chance to leave this place. No one will take in a scrawny uneducated wolf, it's not possible. If they found out that I was planning to run, they would locked me away in the dungeon and any chance I thought I'd have for freedom, would never come again.

Everything in my life has come with a price, the clothes I wear to the food I'm privileged to eat, when they allow it always has a price, the price can be a simple slap on the face or something more severe like a broken bone. The only thing I am grateful for,is my healing ability as a wolf. I would never be able to survive without that.

The floor I was meant to sleep on was damp and cold,as are most things in the basement of the pack house. Am almost forgotten room, where the unwanted things so. Tucked in a smaller corner was a nest of used and discarded bed sheet. On that dirty pile is the only comfort I ever received.

When I was 15, one dark and lonely night I was sent to bed hungry like most of the nights,as punishment for some mundane things they try to justify. Usually, I could make it to several nights but I was already on day 4 without food,a person can only suffer so long I attempted to sneak into the kitchen to find the tiniest piece of food, maybe from the trash,or if I was really quite. I could sneak something from the fridge. Unknown to me, I wasn't alone in that room, dark jet black eyes were watching my every step that I took.

"what do you think you are doing?" I heard the Alpha voice

Frozen in place, I could not move from from fear crept across my body leaving me paralyzed

"Oh Alpha I wa wa was going to the bathroom"I said. the Alpha laugh, not amused by my answer but that he was about to enjoy the pain to be inflicted upon me momentarily..

As he stood up, I brace for impact. His foot met my head with such force, the last thing I saw before blacking out was the tiny grooves on the soles of his shoes..