Whip.
Whip.
The sound of whipping echoed in the quiet room.
I lay on the floor while slashes are made on my back thanks to the silver whip.
'More injuries to tend,' I thought dryly.
Even if I don't have a wolf, I am still a werewolf.
Just a were without a wolf.
I am used to their wickedness and the pain, they inflict on my body.
Pain is my best friend.
My heart froze more at their actions that I stopped having expectations.
The emptiness in my soul, heart, and mind grows. It is too deep.
"Next time, you will be up early. Am I clear?" The user of the whip bellowed.
I didn't answer.
'He is wicked,' The thought crossed my mind.
I didn't know he had this side of him, this is pure hatred.
"AM I CLEAR?!" my brother Dylan yelled.
Using my remaining strength, I spoke loud for him to hear, "Yes, Beta."
He grunted and left with another man, who stayed on the sidelines and watched.
The future Alpha of the Rosemoon pack, Derek, is his name.
I stopped, hoping for him to help me ever since he made his decision along with them.
This event has been my daily morning routine for five years ago.
My brother, family, or any pack members come to inflict their anger or any form of pain on my body.
The first it happened, I cried loudly and begged them to stop, but my wails fell on deaf ears as they laughed.
The following times, I quietly sobbed till I got used to their actions.
And then I didn't make a sound when it became daily in the morning.
I wait for them to come to avoid more beatings later in the day, although some would want to vent their anger on me.
Either way, I stopped making sounds or crying when I saw my tears would not solve the problem.
Why am I suffering this torture?
Well I couldn't shift at age thirteen, and my 'Family' rejected me.
And the pack followed their actions.
In the werewolf society, young pups must shift at age thirteen. It is part of being a werewolf.
My existence was the first with not having a wolf.
You are an abomination - Father
I can't believe I gave birth to you - Mother
You are a disgrace to our kind - Brother
Unwanted -pack
Freak - pack
I can't believe, you are related to me - Sister
Many insults poured on me every day, and I got used to it.
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SACRED REJECT
WerewolfTHEY REJECTED ME and I BECAME SACRED. If only that night didn't come, maybe my family will love me again, maybe I won't see hate and disgust in my parents' eyes, maybe my brother and I will become inseparable again, maybe my sister won't become a b...
