Mated but not Tamed

Prologue

Authors Note: 

Hello, Im the author and so excited to show you my ideas. I am always looking for feedback and want to know what you want to happen in the story. 

This will be one of my first published storys, I've dabbled for years now and think I'm ready to share. So please be gental but honest. 

This is just the prologue so its a bit short. I will try to make each chapter between 1,000 - 1,500 words. Maybe longer once I get in the groove. 

Anyways, on with the story. 

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Magnolia - 16 years old

"What did I do?"

"What did I... do?"

"W-what did I-I... d-do?"

My firsts wrap against the door, the vibrations flowing up to my elbow. My tears stream down my cheeks, burning the freshly beaten skin. The ache forming behind my eyes causing a headache to form.

'What did I do?' I ask my self, my wolf gone. Lana. She's been gone for weeks. The memory making me graps the roots of my light brown hair, pulling at the curls and shutting the pain out.

They've been drugging me. Drugging her. Taking her away like she's nothing and tossing me in her alone.

I wrap my fist against the door a few more times, the sobs breaking my voice. Halting my breathing.

The poison they inject me with causes her to disappear for long times. I don't know why, or how, but I know its wrong. They call be crazy, a freak for what I am. I don't even know what I am.

But I know Lana deserves more, better. Better than me.

She says were special, but neither of us know why. My mother wont tell me anything, though she's not like me. She different.

Normal.

How I wish I was.

I instantly wince at the thought. Lana deserves better. She's amazing, and brave. Or at least she was. I hope she still is.

I've been screaming for over an hour, begging, and pleading for my mother. Asking what I did? How can I fix it?

The hallway light turns on. Shadows moving under the door. Hope rises in my throat. Maybe they'll let me out, but my hope quickly turns to ash.

I watch as the footsteps stop, the sounds quiet.

"Please" is all I'm able to get out in between the sobs.

No quicker do I say the word, the shadows disappear. The lights go out once again.

Leaving me alone, banging on this door till my knuckles split and the pain numbs to a dull ache.

I try to let out one last beg.

My voice gives out, my throat only able to make a squeaking rasp of a noise. I sink to my knees, my forehead dragging against the rusted metal door. The scrapes it causes nothing compared to the heartbreak in my chest.

All I wanted was to go outside.

To feel the sun on my skin, potentially go for a run. Feel the rush through my fur. Just do anything.

I only asked to go outside.

I feel my body slump against the cool concrete, my tears drying hard on my cheeks. My eyes falling shut and my throat burning. The last thing I remember is the loneliness before the blackness takes me back to where its peaceful.

The only place I'm not afraid of.