Harmony POV
All I hear is screaming. Yelling. And all I can do is cry and run. For a five year old girl I had no idea what was going on as I saw my friends and family being torn limb, from limb. All I could hear in my mind was my mother telling my to run over, and over again. As I saw the muscular wolves rip their throats out I ran as fast as I could still is shock of what my young, innocent eyes had just witnessed.
Red. Red covered my body head to toe. Red in my hair. Red on the very dirt I run on. I keep running hearing growls chasing after me. My vision blurs through the tears and my muscles were starting to give out. Just before my feet had reached the tree line I felt something grab my ankles and I trip over my feet. I scream from the top of my lungs as the werewolf pins me to the ground. His paws landing on my wrist snapping it while it's slowly twisted into an inhumane like shape. I scream but nothing comes out. There has never been a moment in my life where I had felt so much pain and sorrow in my five years of life. The wolf had scratched at my face, taken off half my left ear and before I knew it I was chained to a cell in god knows where.
When I wake up I expect to at least see something but all I see is the wolf that tore my family away from me. The wolf that torments me every second of the last 11 years.
I wake up and as usual am chained and weak. I'm not even going to try today. I usually try to at least sit up but after the recurring nightmare that haunted me every day of my dull life. I just pray and hope something or someone saves me from this cruelty.
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The Blinded Mate
WerewolfAs I was chained to the usual wall after the tests I found that my body have become used to the pain and torture it has to put up with for the past 11 years. Im lazily thrown to the ground like I was dirt. And to be honest at this point I really don...
