Coming Alive

Awake

My eyes slowly opened, still crisp with sleep. I breathed in, causing a raspy cough to erupt in my chest. My arms were so sore with dry blood streaming down to my neck. The chains were so tight on my wrist causing a band of torn skin where they were tightened on me. I adjusted my legs so that they weren't directly under me, and in a awkward campfire styled arrangement. That slightest movement hurt me to the core. I yelped barely audible, nobody cared. I had been out here for 2 days with no water, no food, and only one social interaction with one of the packs enforcers when I was moving to much.

My back ached, Jared had gotten down to the bone. The celestial silver caused a tree looking wound, sure to scar very prominently. My legs were weird looking since they were the only thick looking thing on my body other than my lips while my waist and arms were overly skinny due to food deprivation. I guess me running a lot caused muscle to develop on my olive toned thighs. I looked down to see the damage on my body, I have been to scared to check over these days. My legs had purple and yellow bruises lining the sides. My arms were worse with bruises and cuts covering every inch of my skin, looking as if I had a multicoloured long sleeve shirt. I sighed to myself, were they leaving me for dead? In the middle of the backyard where little kids played and couples swooned over each other, I don't think so.

Why was Jared doing this? I understand that I broke his grandmothers mirror. But was that really punishable by whip and no basic needs for days? He didn't even know me, or have a good reason for punishing me. What am I thinking of course everything was deserved. I was used for this exactly. No sympathy was to be given to me, no rights were available for me.

My limp head dangled from my shoulders that were slumped in defeat. I hadn't cried yet and I don't plan on it either. I felt the few scratches on my cheek from me throwing my head back, making me skim my face across the cuffs. I stared at the dirt for what seemed to be hours until I noticed a pair of dirty used Nike runners. I kept my head down, even lowering it even more that should be physically possible.

"Why does Jared need to be so cruel..." A soft voice spoke melting my thoughts and worries like a hot knife on butter.

I shivered even though it was about 28 degrees Celsius. Why is he talking to me! This is one of the rules that Jared made very clear. I shrugged needing to give an answer to every question I was asked. My shoulders protested from the movement, I pushed it aside wanting to know what this man wanted.

"You poor thing. Why are you so afraid? I won't hurt you, in fact I'm very interested with you..." He faltered for a minute "Very interested." He repeated. Everything this confusing man said sounded like angels singing, I almost wanted to reply with words rather than gestures. Almost. I took in what his gorgeous voice said and considered what he told me with so much sympathy it was bothering. Nobody would ever be this kind. Not even her brother or parents... Most definitely not her parents. I shuddered at the thought, trying to shake it out of my mind. But it wouldn't leave, the memory's of her parents neglecting me of love, happiness, care, a family. Not physical pain, because they're above that... Pfft, I would have preferred a punch to the gut than being ignored since birth, it was like I never existed. My brother was brotherly but not kind. He at least knew forgiveness.

Opening my eyes I remembering what I was doing and who I was speaking to. Oh right I didn't know... He was tempting me to speak but I stood my ground.

"It's okay to talk, I wouldn't tell anyone or say anything. You can trust me...?" He prompted with his beautiful godly voice.

I opened my mouth to speak although he couldn't tell with my head still facing down my long deep faded brown hair covering most of my body. My breathing hitched causing me to violently cough, bile rose in my throat, I pushed it down. He seemed nice and overly caring, almost like a over-protective brother...

"Shhhh..." He cooed kneeling down still unable to see my facial expressions. "I need to get you out of this damned thing..." He was abruptly stopped when another pair of shoes ground into the grass walking to me and this strange man.

Growling filled the air coming from the kind man and the obviously upset were... Jared.

"Why the hell are you speaking to this mutt. Stupid thing shouldn't even be here. Damn council! Who would cared if she stayed in that run-down of a pack house until she decayed!" Jared boomed now standing next to the silver pole I was chained to painfully.

"She broke a mirror that didn't even belong to your grandmother! It belonged to my sister, who was sent away by her own mate! You... You are a monster, how do you look in the mirror I do not know. But I demand that she is released from this damn pole!" I felt knots forming in my stomach, I forced myself not to vomit whatever was left in me.

"You have no right to bring up Chevall! She brought it on herself. Michael she rejected me! The alpha, it had to be done..." Jared's voice faltered at the end.

"Let. Her. Go." Michael spoke with such hardness Jared, the alpha took a step back.

There was a long silence filled with heavy breathing and clenching and in clenching of Jared's fists.

"Fine... You may take her to her room and clean her ugly self up. Never speak of this again."

He turned his heel and darted into the forest, leaving with the sound of transforming flesh.

"I'm so sorry Teha, he should have never done this to you... We could have pulled that whip away... Or we could hav-" I cut his liquid gold voice off with my raspy one.

"Thank you." I said with so much truth it stung my eyes. He had spoke with so much sorrow and self hatred I couldn't let him turn into me, Michael was good. I don't know how I thought that, but he seemed to be so concerned. I didn't trust him though. Trust is priceless it would be earned.

Michael was taken back by my speaking.

"Please. You may raise your head, I would like to know what they have done." He whispered with a tint of sadness as he unlocked the chains, examining my frail burnt wrists. Taking a small gasp he stuttered out.

"M-my n-name is erm Michael."

I lifted my eyes slowly and unsure as he unlocked the last handcuff. The first thing I saw was his golden white curly looking set of hair. He lifted his eyes from my hands and met mine. His emerald green eyes pierced my soul causing my tall body to become covered in goosebumps, a small arose on his pink small lips. He was pale but it contrasted with the blonde curls that framed his smaller looking head that fit his narrow lean slightly muscular body.

"Let's get you cleaned up." His lips moving but I didn't exactly hear the rest as my eyes looked up to see the black sky and a captivating waxing moon. My view was disturbed as hands cradled my inner knee's and crook of my neck. I let out a small scream that turned into more of a groan.

"I'm sorry no offence but your not exactly in the condition to be walking and or moving of any sorts..." Michael spoke with care and delicacy as his soft hands pressed into my delicate wounds as he lifted me up bridal style. But he didn't start walking back to the pack house. Michael was walking us into the right side of the trees onto a path.

My mind fogged up and eyelid dropped all the weights they've been carrying as I fell into the abyss of sleep.

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Authors note: hey so I know there are hardly any people reading this, I'm hoping that will change (fingers crossed). I know this story isn't for many people but yeah.

Hint hint: this is going to be a romantical kind of book, and talking about Chevall.....