Miracle of the moon

Chapter 4 - Uncertainty

Damon -

For the rest of the day I sat in my office, papers scattered everywhere as I held my face in my hand. My mind was reeling as I couldn't get the image of rogue girl out of my head. Rogue girl... thats all I know her by. I don't even know her name. Should I? It's not like she is of any importance but here I am, wondering what her name is. She has been in this pack for so long now, cleaning all the mess I made and then being verbally and sometimes physically abused by me and other pack members. I wasn't always like this towards her. There was a time where I was intrigued by her, but that was cut short when my father got involved.

I was playing football with Jeremy, we always did everything together - just like brothers did. We were ten years old, messing around in the packs garden with the other young wolves. He laughed as he launched the ball at me, hitting me in the chest. I didn't feel a single ounce of pain though - training with father has made sure that I am strong and it was paying off. I picked up the ball and belted it towards him, hitting him in the shoulder playfully but earning a 'ooff' from him. He was strong, he had to be but naturally not as strong as me. Sometimes I wish we could just be normal kids having fun and not be so rough but it wouldn't look good on us, being the future Alpha and Beta of the pack. Jeremy threw the ball, but missed me by an inch and the ball rolled into a nearby bush. I laughed and headed over to the bush where it landed. Going through the leaves I stopped in my tracks. I spotted the ball in the lap of a girl younger than me, looking frightened. 'Oh, uh, hi.' I managed to stutter. She just looked at me carefully, not saying a word. 'I'm sorry, that's my ball' I stretched my hand out slowly. She was so beautiful. Her curly golden hair was messy around her face, her eyes were shockingly blue as she stared up at me. She slowly passed the ball over to me and looked down hugging her knees to her chest. What was she doing in here? Was she hiding? I was going to leave, but felt the urge to stay with her. I sat down in front of her, making her gasp and move away slightly so we wasn't in such close proximity. 'Why are you scared?' I asked, genuinely curious. She didn't say anything, just continued to look around as if she was at a loss on what to do. 'I won't hurt you, you know' I whispered. I was so curious about this girl. I have never seen her in the pack before, indicating that she was new. There still wasn't a single sound coming from her mouth but I could tell she was uncomfortable. 'Yo, Damon! Where are you?' I heard Jeremy yell, his voice getting closer. The mystery girl looked like a dear in headlights, obviously not wanting more company so I stood up, brushing myself off and giving her one more glance with a small smile and going back out, throwing the ball at Jeremy.

I sighed as I thought back to the memory. I haven't thought about it until now.

After that day, I tried to find her again, looking everywhere but with no luck. After a week of searching I gave up. She obviously didn't want to be found. It made me wonder how a young girl was so isolated and mute. But one day I saw her again, sitting under an old wilting tree at the back of the huge garden, almost out of sight and eating what looked to be a half-eaten apple. I carefully walked up to her, asking her if she was ok. She didn't look very happy to see me which made me wonder. I sat with her for the rest of the day, just watching her and asking her questions - with none of them answered just the odd nod yes or no every now and again. I learned that she was an orphan and she was 3 years younger than me, but that was it. I asked her name but she wouldn't answer. We both sat in silence for a while, until I heard my father shout me, sounding thunderous. 'Son! What are you doing with this rogue girl?!' He yelled, dragging me to my feet. I was stunned. Rogue girl? But I thought rogues were bad, filthy creatures? That's what I have always been taught. She didn't look like either of those things. 'You stay away from my son, do you hear me?!' He shouted at her, resulting in her flinching and looking away, whimpering. 'Disgusting filth like you doesn't deserve to even be in the same proxminity as an Alpha. Get on with your chores, rogue!' She stumbled to her feet and ran off. My dad looked furious with me. 'I don't want to see you near that filthy girl again, do you hear me, son? A good Alpha would never associate himself with such filth' I felt a tear slip down my face, but nodded gravely. 'Yes, father'.

A few days later I saw her getting picked on by some of the other wolves. She just let them call her names and kick her as if she was used to it. I hated seeing her getting hurt. I wanted to know more about her, to help her, but I knew father would be angry. Instead, I went over with a passive look on my face and told them to not bother with such a waste of space. Seeing the look on her face was heart shattering, but I knew I needed to keep up a good image as the future Alpha. The other wolves laughed and agreed, walking away, leaving her with tears down her face. I gave her one last glance before turning away.

Since that day, I just grew more and more angry. I knew that I needed to put up a good image so eventually I just did what everyone else did, belittling her. Over the years I grew stronger and stronger and was no longer the young, innocent little Alpha. The first time I hit her, I felt regret but then it became a habit, seeing everyone else do it and putting on a show. My father taught me to have no weakness, so thats what I did.