"Big Bad" Wolf

Home, Sweet-No

I woke up and immediately noticed the sky was dark now. Any trace of sunlight that danced around just hours ago was now long gone, the moon taking its place.

I rub at my eyes, managing for the first time in over a weeks time to pull myself into a sitting position. The spot Daxton formerly occupied is now empty, though he appeared to take my chills with him, which I was more then thankful for in all honestly.

I stretch myself out, allowing my sock clad feet to come in contact with the icy white tiled floor of the pack infirmary.

I pull Daxton's large leather jacket off of my cot and wrap it tightly around my small frame. Since Dax is atleast twice my size I am practically swimming in his clothes. His jacket hangs down to my mid thigh and the sleeves hang almost an inch off of either of my hands.

I look down at the rest of my outfit and realize someone must have had to literally change me sometime during my, well, I'm going to call it a "power nap." As my jeans have now been replaced with a simple pair of black leggins, and my shirt has been replaced wih a large charcoal coloured long sleeve.

I sigh as I walk over and open the door. How am I supposed to navigate this place? It is absolutely gigantic, I didn't have much time to admire it before in my previous state.

It seemed that the entire house was just a modern over-sized cottage. The walls were wood paneled and had many pictures of forest scenery lining them. Chandeliers hung from different points around the hall, the dim light producing a rather warm feel to the house.

The floors were a simple black tile. Something about these tiles seemed different though, they seemed a lot more durable than most tiles. I decided that was probably because I am in a house mainly inhabited by large wolves, they could get into all sorts of trouble around here if they so pleased to.

"Up and at it are we?" I hear a voice ask. I turn around and am instantly met with a pair of cold, yellow eyes. "I suppose so." I whisper, taking a cautious step back from the stranger, I never was too good with making friends, and this girl just seemed plain creepy.

"Scared of me are we Luna?" She chuckles, causing a knot to form in the pit of my stomach. "Well good, you really should be. Daxton was mine until you came around, still could be if you died." She shrugs, pulling out a blade from her pocket.

I take a rather large step and find myself with my back up against the wall. "Now, I was planning on doing this while you slept, but hey, I suppose this will be just as fun." She mutters, putting the knife to my throat.

"Let me go." I whisper, ripping my gaze of of the menacing psycho path not even a few inches away from my face. "You know, I could. But then you wouldn't have learned anything, what fun would that be, right?" She says, pinning my to the wall by my throat.

"I-I'll do what ever you say." I choke out, the air being blocked from my lungs. "Anything?" She asks, causing me to nod vigoursly, quite eager to ge some air back into my lungs.

"Leave, agree to leave here and never return." She spits, smiling at herself. "How could I do that? I'm going to end up killing Dax." I hiss, causing her to chuckle.

"Exactly, and when Daxton finds out his perfect little Luna isn't what he thought her out to be he will be all mine again." She explains, smiling creuly at her new found plan.

"Him and Austyn should be back from the night watch any time now to check on you, I suggest you scurry off if you know what is best for you." She encourages, bringing the sharp object in even closer proximity to my neck.

I nod, gulping as I look at her. "Okay, I'll do it, I'll go." I whisper, a tear slipping from my eyes. "I'll get out of here, just let me go." I whimper, desperate to get a breath in. " Fine." She says, taking her arm away from my neck. 

"Get out of here before I change my mind and end your patheic life while I sill have the chance." She spits, causing me to nod before scurrying out the front door. I take off into the forest, praying I don't have anymore run ins with the infamous white wolf.

No one would know what to do if I was poisoned back at home, they wouldn't understand any of it, I'm not even sure if I do at this point. I run until I start to feel weak again, for all I know I am still recovering from that vicious attack over a week ago.

I sigh, leaning myself against a nearby tree for support. What am I going to do? To find out there is a person on this god forsaken planet of hell that is perfect for me, that actually loves me, and then having to leave them with out so much as an explanation was creul. 

I'm not that kind of girl, I wish I had other options, better options, but I don't. Back I go to home now, I see that the lights in the house are still on once I get there, causing me to sigh. How the hell am I going to explain showing up after a week long absence to my mother?

I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut as I open my front door. "Adisyn?" I hear my mother say, her voice relaying extreme shock. "Hi mom." I sigh, taking in her appearance. She looked tired, but more than anything, she looked angry.

"Where have you been?" She asks, looking at me carefully. "I got lost." I sigh, rubbing at my eyes again. "My ass you got lost." She spits, approaching me quickly."Is that a bite mark on your shoulder?" She asks, ripping my shirt down forcefully. 

I gulp, closing my eyes, there is one thing I forgot to make up a back story for. "I'm sorry." I whisper, taking a large step back from her. "You are one bad girl." She spits, slapping me right across the face. I whimper, holding my cheek carefully in my hands.

"It's a damn shame you came home, I was hoping you would stay where ever the hell you ran off to." She sighed. "Maybe your little slut could have kept you." I gasp, instantly realizing what terrible assumption my mom had come up with for my absence and teeth marks in my shoulder.

"Always knew you were just a little whore." She cackled. She leans over, grabbing her beer bottle off of the table and using force to drive it into my pale skin. I shriek, instantly trying to dodge the debris as it flies around the room. 

She lets out a laugh, her gaze locking on my arm where shards of the bottle remained. She cocks her fist, driving it into my right eye before walking up the stairs to her room. 

I put my hand over my mouth, quieting my sobs, they usually encourage her and the last thing I need right now is a second round of this toxic argument. I hobble into my room and am thankful once again for the fact that I would not have to hobble up the wooden winding stairs in my current condition. 

I enter my room, double checking that my door is locked before walking into my bathroom. I sigh, grabbing my first aid kit and the small garbage can before sitting myself on my bed.

I start with my small pair of silver tweezers, pulling the shards of the dark brown bottle out of my arm, at this point I didn't even wince anymore, I had become accustomed to the pain, it embraced me with welcome arms these days.

I then drown the cuts in peroxide before enveloping them in a white bandage. I groan, standing up and easing myself back into the bathroom. As of right now there is nothing I can do about the bruises with out leaving my room again, and I was definitely not willing to risk what ever could be outside my door. Although, whenever my mother drinks she tends to knock herself out not too long after.

I still decide against leaving my room and end up dragging my limp, exhausted body into the shower. I was covered in dry blood, my battle scars from returning home I suppose.

I let the hot water cascade down my sore body, wincing when in managed to slip into one of my deeper injuries. I lather up my hair with my green apple scented shampoo and quickly wash my body before enveloping myself in a large fluffy towel.

I try to pick out loose, light coloursed clothing and know I have succeeded when I find my large white t-shirt and a pair of black gymnastic shorts. I also grab Dax's large leather jacket, taking it with me under my lavender bed sheets. 

"I'm so sorry." I whisper, burying my face in the pine and musk scented jacket. "I'm sorry..."