Malevolent

Prologue

A/N Bella above^

Prologue

The bitter air slapped her cheeks when she darted outside to see what all the chaos was. The alarms had sounded a few minutes ago, the piercing wail surely warning all the wolves in the pack.

In nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top, she bolted barefooted across the clearing in front of the pack house, ignoring her mate's pleas for her to go back to the pack house with everyone else.

Her eyes widened, and she saw them.

She saw the massive, dark wolves just at the edge of the clearing. They were baring their teeth, snarling angrily. They appeared just as feral as a rogue, but she knew they weren't.

It was Bloodmoon Pack.

The pack notorious for conquering and killing their victims, and they were in her territory.

If her pack was on their kill list, she may as well have dug her graves and waited. They killed mercilessly, but she had no clue why there were on her doorstep.

'Bella get back here now! Let the warriors take care of it!'You can't get hurt!' her mate, John, begged through the link.

'John they aren't rogues,' she yelped as they launched themselves towards her. Foamy saliva flung from their mouths as they roared and came closer. 

Turning back to her pack she tried to run back to the house, but when she saw the warriors and the other help coming she shifted into her silvery wolf. She tackled one of the smaller wolves that approached, and  not long after screams were heard everywhere from all kinds of wolves.

Darting back to the pack house, she knows her pack isn't going to make it. They were seriously outnumbered. They were being destroyed with minimal amount of force from Bloodmoon. She scanned the clearing, seeing the bodies of her family and friends dropping quickly. 

She had to do something.

'John? Where are you?' He didn't answer for a few seconds, causing panic to flood her systems.

'Bella get out of here! Don't come back! Don't worry about us, we'll get out. We all need you to go, get out of here save us later-'

His voice was cut off by a painful scream, one she had recognized as John's. She felt a huge pain bloom in her chest, spreading like a wildfire on the savannah. Bella bit back a scream, and she knew she had to go like he said, so she bolted into the woods begging for her mate to mind link her back.

A few wolves followed her, surrounding her and attacking hard. One came straight for her neck and she slashed him in his own with her massive paws. She shoved his body into a brown wolf to buy her time, screaming in agony as she felt her leg being bit into.

She wrapped her mouth around the red wolf's neck and jerked it to the side, snapping her neck. She barely had time to get the jaws unlocked from her leg when the last brown wolf pinned her down to the ground and latched onto her neck.

'John!? John please don't die I need you!' her wolf was wailing in the back of her mind, also calling out to her mate. No one answered.

She her massive strength and plowed the mutt off of her, flipping over it's back and managing to claw his neck like she did the other one. He didn't go down and so she sunk her canines deep into the male's neck, listening to his pained whimpers. He collapsed half on top of her and she pushed him off, her face soaked in blood.

She continues on, knowing more would be after her soon if she didn't get out.

All is silent as she struggled along, praying to the Moon Goddess that John would be okay. Her wolf wanted her to turn back, to check if their mate is okay, but she didn't seem to know that it was already taking everthing she had to abandon them. She had wanted to turn back before because as the alpha of her pack she should have helped protect them, but at the same time she knew that she couldn't . She couldn't risk being killed.

Her huge wolf got them going faster and faster until the pain in her leg and neck intensified to the point where they dropped like a wounded animal, tumbling over themselves and face planting into the dirt with a wounded cry.

Curling up in pain, she whined.

'John?'

'I love you Bella, always remember that,' her mates whisper of a voice floated through the link, before she felt it sever completely.

She couldn't think as the fire raged throughout her body, consuming her whole. The pain was unbearable, it's like she could feel her hear shattering into unfixable pieces. Bella writhed in pain on the forest floor, whimpering close to every few seconds. It seemed like hours she lied there, wallowing in pain as if she were the one dying.

'Bella get off pack lands right now.' her father, the former Alpha, ordered her and she found herself following his direction, fighting against the torturous pain coursing her very being.

She could feel it as more of her pack members died. Pushing harder, to the border of their pack, she stopped. She stood completely still, throwing her head back and let out her eerily beautiful howl into the early morning.

Her howl was different from the others, unique. Ever since she was little she had known that her howl got the wolves attention. She used it when her father was absent and she had to give orders in wolf form. Her harrowing howl filled the air, heard for miles in her pack land, but it wasn't to gather attention. This howl was an apology, a goodbye to her pack. She knew she wouldn't see them again.

Very few other howls from her pack resonated back to her and it scared her, but the fear was nothing to the excruciating pain she felt.

Her mate was dead.

She would never see John's chocolate brown eyes gaze at her again, never get to feel his soft, plump lips on hers. She would never get to see him smile again, or whisper in her ear while being cuddled on their couch.

As she fled through the forest she howled once more.

Her howl was different from every other wolf in existence. There was just something unexplainable quality that made it so unique that it was noticed.

Her wolf wasn't any brown whatsoever, it wasn't black as the night. It wasn't even white, and only a few white wolves existed in the world. She was wasn't grey or red either, she was silver. 

She was just different.

Coming into a clearing at about midday, she rested. She mourned the deaths of her pack members, her family, and her mate. She shifted to her human, curling into a ball and cried her heart out, her soul, until their was nothing left. Until she was empty of any tears.

As she laid on the ground, staring at a crawling bug on the blade of grass next to her, she felt nothing but utter despair. But she knew she had to do something soon. Maybe get up, find food, start a new life in the human world maybe.

No not that. She would go rogue.

So what seemed like an eternity later, she picked herself up, shifted and carried on with trying to live her life. She had to keep living, even when the other's couldn't.