The Albino Wolf

Chapter 1: Introduction

My eyes snapped open when I felt a foot being rammed into my gut. I didn't scream, knowing this would only encourage my attacker. I took one look at my attacker and knew it was going to be a long day. It was my Dad. He snatched my white hair, and pulled me to my feet abruptly. He then pulled his knee to my face and dropped me to the ground. This beating continued for a good 15 minutes, when he then decided to leave me once he didn't find it amusing anymore. Blood was dripping down my pale skin, onto the cold stone floor.

I was the pack punching bag. I have been for as long as I could remember. Whoever wanted to, could come in and do what they wanted to me. My dad was my most popular visitor. Whenever he got angry or had a bad day or just really felt like it he would come in and beat me.

Albinos were seen as the weaklings and not wanted by any packs. And me being an albino, I was hated. And to make it worse, I was the Alphas daughter, and he felt the need to show the pay he would not tolerate an albino. The pack kept me in the basement, thinking that if any other packs found out they had an albino, they would be seen as weak. I've only seen the outside once, when I tried to run away. I still have the scars to prove it. The only water I get is the little bit of water that leaks from the pipes, which was enough to survive. Food was a different story. I got the scraps from the food that the pack didn't eat. And let me tell you, that was no luxury. And to make it worse, being werewolves, there was little to no food that got left over.

My story is a little different from most people. I was born into a very intense pack. My Dad had no tolerance to anything but perfect. And I was far from it. He was mated to my mother, and kept her locked away for his safe keeping. When he found out she was pregnant, he was thrilled. It was a good time in the pack. I had a good life. Dad was hard on me, but rarely I would see his soft side. That was until my 16th birthday and I turned. Everyone awaited the Alphas daughters first turn. I was strong then, and had spirit. When I turned, everyone looked at me shocked. You see, in this world Albinos were seen as the weaklings of the pack. And that was me. I was the wolf that no packs wanted, or would accept. When my dad found out what I was, he beat me, showing my pack he wouldn't tolerate what I was. I was sent to the basement. And my father made it very clear that anyone could do as they please to me and my body. Since then, my body has slowly deteriorated, my spirit is gone, and my mind is not what it used to be. I have been here years. Being in a basement, you tend to lose track of day and night. Onto what I look like as you may wonder, I am not full albino, my genetics posses the OCA1b gene, meaning I can produce some melanin, so my skin is very light, almost white. My eyes are very light blue. And my hair is white. Before I turned, I was blonde, somewhat pale, and had dark blue eyes. I assume that when I turned, with my strength, hearing, and eyesight being heightened, the albino gene was also heightened. My wolf. She is beautiful and unique. While my human form has the OCA1b gene, my wolf has the OCA1a gene meaning she has no melanin. Her eyes are a light red, her fur is as white as new fallen snow and her skin is pink, along with her paws and nose.

I crawled over to the pipe, trying to get a few sides of water. Opening my mouth under the pipe, I got a few sips of water. The cold water running down my throat was refreshing, but my hunger was roaring. I hadn't got any scraps in a few days, and I felt like my insides were turning inside out. I attempted to stand up, but my frail body couldn't handle more than a few steps. I made my way to the stairs, and crawled up them. I peaked under the door and saw the shadow of someone coming. I quickly pulled myself up and walked as far as I could to get away from the door. The person opened the door, and their face made me want to cry. My little brother.

"Here's some food, sissy." He said, setting down a few half eaten things.

You see, after I turned and everyone saw what I was, my dad decided to try again. They needed someone perfect that could take over the pack. That was my brother, Zander. He was the only person who accepted me. When he was 1 or 2, he wandered down to the basement out of curiosity. Dad caught him, and beat me. After that, he had been coming down to see me since. He would sneak down without anyone knowing, and sometimes he would even bring me some food. My brother was a lot more accepting than anyone else. He saw me as a person, not as a nuisance or something broken.

"Zander, what are you doing here? You need to go back up before Daddy sees you." I said, trying to make him go back upstairs.

Zander is 3 now, I think. He's old enough now that Dad won't tolerate any kind of misbehaving. He normally comes and visits me when Dad is gone, but I know he's home. He just came down.

"Daddy told me to bring this down. He says company is coming and you need to be strong." He said, looking down.

Well shit. I know what that means. It means he's gonna bring all his buddies down and show them how cool he is, beating an albino. Zander walked over and set the plate by me and kissed the top of my head. He then walked back up the stairs and closed the door behind him. Wonder what I get to eat today? Half an apple, A piece of burnt chicken, and a few bites of beans. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would do.

After I got done eating, my mind pondered to what was going to happen next with our "company." I dreaded having people over. It was the worst thing that I probably can have happen. I'm used to having my pack beat me and do whatever else with me. But when others came, I felt so exposed. Having a bunch of strangers beat you, and use you, while your father lets them. I was used to having my pack do it, but the point that he hated me so much that he let others come to our pack and do what they want to me, was a horrible feeling.

My life consists of a small basement and surviving. And some day, I will get revenge on my father for what he has done to me and my brother.

My name is Laken. And I am an albino wolf.

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