After preparing the dinner i fled to my pitiful excuse for a room. The word room was a mass understatement, it wasn't even in the pack house it was a dingy little shed located next to a huge rubbish bin that was at least twice the size of my living quarters. Sighing i lowered myself into the old scratchy straw that carpeted the creaky wooden flooring and lowered the chances of getting a splinter. I drifted off to sleep as the memories of my mother played in my mind.
The next morning I was awoken by a powerful boot in the gut. Wheezing I opened my eyes to see my father glaring down at me. I scrambled to get up onto my knees to kneel before him.
"Get up you lazy little bitch!" He roared " it's Sawyer's birthday and you should have been awake hours ago. I swear if you don't get in that kitchen right now i will hit you so hard you will go through the wall!" Nodding quickly and whispering
"Yes alpha." I sped towards the house as fast as i could with broken ribs and aches all over.
After preparing the packs breakfast I immediately began organizing the decorations and food for the celebration. It was Sawyers Birthday, he was the beta of the pack and I heard a couple of the older women stating that the alpha was going to give his title and leadership over the pack to Sawyer. When I heard that I was dumbfounded. In really rare situations the alpha of a pack will step down and allow another who they deem worthy to take over, but it's really rare because the role of alpha is handed down through the generations and it usually stays in the family. The role of alpha is only handed over to a non-family member if there is no heir, another pack invades or if someone challenges the alpha and wins. I almost cried when I heard that my own father was handing the reins to Sawyer. I had hoped that my father would see reason and stop being so cruel but him retiring and letting Sawyer replace him crushed any dreams I had dared to have. It was official, I was and never would be family to him.
My thoughts in whirl, I didn't see the group of girls about my age and I collided with one of them.
"Eek!" Screeched the girl. "I'm so sorry I.. I wasn't looking where I was going." I stammered out apologetically. "You!" She cried "How dare you! How absolutely fucking dare you! Do you know how much this outfit cost? And now I have to fucking burn it because you, the most disgusting piece of vermin that ever called itself a werewolf, couldn't rid your eyes of the self pity that is constantly in them. Although I suppose you have to give yourself pity, it's not like anyone else gives a shit." I stood there with my mouth opened in shock as she continued her rant and I was about to just sneak away when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind. Instinctively I elbowed the person behind me and spun around slapping them in the face. Loud gasps filled the air and suddenly it became very silent. I stood shaking in fear as Sawyer's girlfriend Alicia glared at me while clutching the point where I had elbowed.
"You're. Dead!" She hissed menacingly and I immediately cowered down, covering my face.
What followed was one of the most severe beatings I had received and it would have probably been the last if the man himself hadn't of arrived. Sawyer.
"Hey Ali sh calm down. What happened?" He asked in a soothing voice, completely ignoring the fact that I was laying on the floor in a small puddle of blood. "She hit me." Whined Alicia. "Oh did she now?" Sawyer said and glanced down at my battered form. I knew I should try and get up but I couldn't. The edges of my vision were going blurry and everything that was said started to sound distant. I struggled to stay conscious but the harder I tried, the quicker I was engulfed by the blackness.
Opening my eyes I saw I had been shoved back into my room/shed. I winced as I sat up and set about placing the bones back in place before standing gingerly. I opened the door and began to limp towards the pack house which shone in the dark.
