dancing with my demons

chapter 1

𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣!

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙋𝙤𝙫

I groaned as i woke up, the sun streaming through the crack in my curtains pulling me from my slumber. Sitting up i rubbed the sleep from my eyes, tucking my dark matted hair behind my ear as i scanned my small apartment. I didn't have a lot of money and i lived alone, but since i travelled a lot i didn't need a big place, especially when it would be only me living there.

Looking around i took note of my bedroom, my black sheets thin due to my hotter that normal body heat as they covered the double bed which was pressed against the wall. I didn't have any photos about, my shelves filled with either books or pappers which were littered around the rooms in my place. Getting up i stretched, a yelp falling from my slightly uneven lips as felt my shoulder pop deliciously.

I know you're wondering who i am; let me explain. My name is Selina Blackwoods and i am 17 years old and i have lived alone since i got kicked out at the age of 12. I know what you're thinking, what kind of parents would kick out and make their child homeless at the small age of 12. Mine did but i will explain why.

I got kicked out when i was younger, i know you are more than dying to find out. It's a shame it's not a happier story, but what do you expect when it's about a unwanted child in the family. You see i'm a werewolf, well i prefer shifter but whatever. So i am actually the daughter of an alpha, a very well-known one of our kind unfortunately.

I also have an older sister and a younger brother, ones i haven't seen in years. As you know an alpha should be a male, bc they will be able to take charge and lead the pack with their mate at their side. Sexist i know, but it has always been tradition. Well when my father got my mother pregnant with my sister Stacy they couldn't help but be disappointed, but due to her being their first child they adored and spoiled her rotten. In my view though and i'm sure to many others she was complete a bitch, believing herself to be better than everyone else as she help her nose up over just about everyone.

Then my mother got pregnant with me, "the family disappointment" they used to call me when i still lived with them at the pack house. They hated me from the minute i was born, the fact i was just another female to them meaning they never actually saw me as their daughter, more of a mistake. Because of this i was treated like a slave, by the time i was able to walk i was bruised and beaten to do as i was told. It got worse as i got older, the labour i was given wearing me out enough that i had no friends and barely any positive interaction with others. My sister was the worst, she hated me with everything she had since she was the princess and i was merely an annoyance which took some of the light off her parents.

It was when my brother was born, Matt that things got worse for me but better for the family. I loved my brother and we got on brilliantly, he was the only one i considered family and to this day we still keep in touch by text and phone. I never told him where i was, or where i was going but we were happy. When my parents gave birth to him, the boy that would lead the pack and such they finally thought they had a perfectly family. A male to take everything over and a female daughter who could shift, so since i was the defect in the family i was literally one day kicked out when the neighbours weren't looking.

When i got kicked out i didn't scream or cry, i left to live out my life as a nomad. My brother stated that my parents had told everyone that i had run away, that they had tried looking for mr only to come up short. Bunch of bloody liars, how dare they!

As well as being a very rare female wolf though i was also a pure black one. I didn't know if i was the only black wolf, but i knew only that they were considered even less common than the normal brown or white wolves.

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