My name is Emily,I'm 17 years and I'm treated like a slave tom my father.You see my mother died while she was in child birth and my father blames me for it.He hates me.To top it all off I didn't get the gene,the werewolf gene.
My parents were mates.This means that they were destined for each other each other and each werewolf has a mate who they usually find out on their 18th birthday.It's not always the case though.It can be before or after your birthday.Some mates grow up together in the same pack without knowing that were mates.What's a pack you ask ?Each state and city in the world have werewolves.Some have more than others but each state or city has a group of werewolves called a pack led by theor superior,their Alpha.
My father is the Alpha of our small pack and that is why nobody confrots him on how he treats me.I hate the pack,they always stand around around watching my father beat me up and order me around but they don't do anything about it.They also always call me names a bully me.
I was at school minding my own businessvwhen I was thrown into the lockers,their werewolf strength leaving me with no hope of defending myself.It's always like this .They bully me all the time.That day I was walking home in the rain,in pain,I could already feel my body bruising.It took me longer than usual to get to the house.I stood looking at it.It's a house not a home.I'm suppose to feel safe in a home so this is definately not a home.
I was so happy to cross those doors into the warmth and out of the rain.That was until I heard HIS voice.He was screaming and shouting at me and I couldn't understand him...hmmmm...he must be drunk.That was confirmed when I saw him walking or rather stumbling down the hallway towards me.
He gripped onto my hair and slammed me onto the ground.He then repeatedly kicked me in the stomach.He then left,I thought he was finished but I was wrong.
He walked out of the kitchen with a knife in his hand .. wait WHAT ? He is seriously crazy in the head .. before I could even register what was happening I was being roughly held against the wall and I could feel the blade travelling down my arm all the way from my shoulder to my wrist.It was one long deep cut.I was losing a lot of blood.He left me there on the floor and I knew that I had to get away
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The alpha saved me
WerewolfEmily is treated horribly by her pack and her father.She tries to escape but ends up in another pack's terriotory .. uh oh ..
