The Wolf's Slave

Chapter Four

~August 6, 2012~

For months Veronica's been in the cage. Her sixteenth birthday had pasted. There was no celebration, no cake, no music, nor presents. There was only the cage and the bags of blood Zacharias brought her.

Since Veronica's cage was beside a window she'd occasionally stick her hand in a ray of sunlight, testing how long she could hold her hand there.

She did that now. She watched, emotionless has her veins glowed and began to burn. Her skin turned to ash revealing her meat and then that turned to ash and soon her whole hand was nothing but charing bone. It was excruciating, but this was what she did to punish herself for her stupidity, her difference, her kindness, her love, and her weakness.

"You are weak."

She stretched her arm, letting her whole forearm be in the sun. The pain grew and tears fell from her eyes.

"You are an idiot."

Soon her forearm was nothing but charing bone.

"You should've left him to die."

She took her other hand and dug her now sharp claws into the ground and used them as leverage to drag her cage toward the sun.

"You are worthless."

The tip of her Mose reached the light.

"You are a disgrace."

She sobbed as more of her body was brought into the light.

"You should've died at birth."

Soon she was in the sun, her back to the window. She sat Indian style, her hands folded in her lap, a smile on her face. Her sizzled and popped and half of her face was soon nothing but charring bone. If she survived she'd be blind temporarily in one eye for however long. I don't want to live.

The top part of the other side of her face burned and her other good eye was soon gone. She saw nothing but darkness. I deserve nothing but this.

She heard the door to Zacahrias' room burst open and several feet running toward her before she fell unconscious.

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Stacy didn't know what to do. Veronica had tried to off herself for the tenth time and Stacy was getting scared. She was so close to succeeding this time. Maybe I should let her.

Stacy shook her head. No. She couldn't just let a sixteen year old girl die. It was unjust. Stacy needed to find Veronica's family. They were the only ones who could help her. The only problem was no one knew where the Desirous family resided. Their home was cloaked with magic. Only a Desirous could find it and currently the only one available was in a coma. Stacy sighed. Sometimes in life you just gotta say fuck it and do it.

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Zacharias paced in front of Veronica's hospital bed. Fear for and anger eating away at him. He'd just realized something bad. Something terrible.

Lately he'd been having performance issues and had been having trouble choosing suitable bed mates. And above all that his mind was constantly consumed by thoughts of Veronica. The reason for all of this was that his fucking wolf imprinted on her. Making her their mate. No his. I had no choice in the matter.

It was unjust. It was wrong. Why would his wolf choose her? Out of everyone, why her? What made her so special?

"Why won't you just let me die?"

He froze at the sound of her scratchy voice.

"Why do you care if I live or die? It's one less blood sucker you have to worry about."

He looked at her, her now grey, blind eyes gazing up at the ceiling.

"All of my kindness led me to this. After everything I've done to help I am rewarded a taste of my families medicine. Why is that? What kind of a messed up world was I born into? I know what kind. I was born into a world where you're punished for setting an innocent free."

Zacharias frowned and approached her. She was high from the pain drugs they gave her. Zacharias heard that they made you speak the truth sometimes. Made you get things off your chest.

"I should've left that alpha to rot."