When is it considered enough? How many countless nights of suffering will I go through before they kill me or at least let me go...I'm starving and withering away to nothing by the day. Yet they return every evening. Smirking and laughing as they drink and torture me. I can't handle much more of this. Maybe I'll just let my mind drift...
I remember the days before all this. They carefree laughter of my brother and I as we ran together through the woods. I was 16 here, shifting into my wolf form for the first time, my brother as my guide. Pure adrenaline beating through my veins as I ran faster, rocketing over everything in my way. This way the day werewolves lived for. These were happy times, it wasn't long after this that my pack was slaughtered.
My eyes shot open as I remembered the brutality of the rouges, the screams of children and their mothers trying to protect them. Every pack member that could shift was fighting, but there was to many of them. They killed everyone, except me. I managed to run before any rouge had even realized I existed. But was I to do? Crystal Cove Pack was no more, I had become a rouge on the run. Thinking back now I must have ran for days in wolf form before these bastards finally tracked me down. Another pack, I have no idea which one, I never paid much attention to other packs. They took me while I was sleeping, drugging me so my body couldn't move to struggle. Then it all went black. Of course then I woke up here, chained by my ankle in a tiny cell, no bed, no light, nothing. This new pack at first would watch me, observed every movement I made. Once they became bored with that the guard wolves began to whip me. I believe they found amusement in watching my body tremble in agony. The whips would slice my fair skin, I'd watch the scarlet blood drip out. Along with dark purple bruises that marked my skin for days. Even when they did fade, within two nights new ones would replace them.
Time had become nothing to me, I no longer knew the date, time of day, season, hell I didn't even know how old I was anymore. Simple little things faded from me, I forgot a lot. To most I was a savage girl that they kept locked up for safety. Yet, even in my state of mind I knew that wasn't true. They kept me in here because I was their toy. A little pet they could use to relieve stress. A punching bag...
Footsteps were approaching, I sunk back into the corner. I knew what this meant, they were coming. It had been a while since anyone had been down to 'visit' me. Biting my lip I awaited the voices.
"Let's see how our pet is tonight hey Nathan? I'm sure she's plenty ready to play with you. Must be exciting for you, never having seen her before. I always love when we get new men down here."
I could hear the other man beside him mumble a yes. New people, oh god, I hated these nights. When new guards or male pack members arrived they would hold a show, using me as their little centerpiece. With no light facing them I could never tell who was there, but I felt them. I felt every hunger pair of eyes. Tonight would be no different.
The heavy door was pushed open and a single light flashed in, I saw the bars to my cell, the first man who I'd learned was named Cole opened the cell door.
"Come on now my pet, time for a show."
I growled in anger, I rarely used my voice to these men. I felt him lift the chain I was attached to and pull me up and out. Half dragging my weak body through another door. Tossing me out onto a dirt arena. Stadium lights shone down on me. I closed my eyes tightly, so unadjusted to light. Cheers erupted, it was a larger crowd then usual. The trembling had begun already, Cole stepped out into the arena, shirtless and in jeans, he was the only person I'd seen, ever. A huge man, over six feet tall and muscles from his head to his toes. Light shaggy brown hair was curly and short, with blue eyes. But his eyes were full of hate. He wanted nothing more then to see me suffer. With one single glare at me he turned to face his crowd. Whip raised in his hand.
"Welcome new members, I'm so glad to have all you fine strong men down here to witness our show! This little rouge is quite the attraction don't you think? We found her a long time ago, she was dangerous and now look at her! How about we have some fun with her?"
The crowd roared in anticipation, I could hear them all whispering amongst themselves. Eagar to see the show. Of course Cole didn't disappoint. Bloodcurdling screams erupted from me as the whipping began. I felt each slice into my skin. It burned and stung, I heard the crowd yelling and urging him on. Cole grabbed my neck and tossed me into the center. Ripping off what little clothes I had, allowing these men to stare at my exposed ragged body in the bright light. I kept my eyes down. Excitement was easy to smell within these men, they loved a good torture session. But tonight I smelled something else, a strange musky, almost sweet smell. It was intoxicating enough for me to glance upward, towards where the crowd would be sitting. Cole whipped me again as I fell to my knees, the crowd gasped.
Suddenly the air changed, I felt fury, but not my own. The beautiful smell was closer now, the more I smelled it the less afraid I became. I could hear shouting and fighting but my mind was focused only on the smell. That's all I remember before the world went black.
Awaking some time later I quickly realized I wasn't in the cells anymore, I was still in the arena. Laying on the cold, hard dirt. Slowly voices drifted over towards me. Two men were talking in hushed, angry tones. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to take in the scene before me. Cole was standing face to face with another man. This man was taller then him by a couple of inches and much more intimidating. He had short medium brown hair and slightly tanned skin. I inhaled slowly, that smell! It was coming from him. My wolf howled, urging me to get up go to him. I fought the urge. Why would she be pushing me towards a man I never knew, besides I would never trust another man again. I was better alone. But nonetheless I felt strangely drawn to the man, who only looked to be a little older then what I had been before I forgot. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white and his body was tense. It wasn't hard to see he was having trouble controlling his wolf.
"I'm taking her with me Cole! If you don't willingly let her go I will be forced to attack your pack and kill everything in my way. Do you understand?!" His voice shook with authority and power. I shivered, I was never one to listen to authority.
"She belongs to Dark Night pack. She is our prisoner, I will not let her go! Now you need to leave my territory immediately!"
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. I didn't dare speak. I watched with wide eyes as the unexpected happened. The strange man suddenly lashed out, Cole went flying into the ground. The man kept swinging, kicking, punching and beating Cole until he laid bruised and broken on the ground. I'd never seen anyone stand up to Cole, ever. I sat up, curled in a ball and tried to slowly drag my beaten body to safety. Surely if he could beat Cole he could kill me.
I whimpered in agony as soon as I moved. His head whipped around to look at me. With eyes on the ground I didn't look up. I trembled as I heard him close the space to where I was curled. Tensing for whatever he would do to me. But he stopped, just inches from me. Kneeling down to my height. The weight of his gaze was unbearable, my wolf begged me to look up. Although I was trembling from fear, my wolf howled in happiness. I didn't understand what she was doing anymore! But his smell surrounded me, the shaking stopped. I heard him as he stood back up and began barking orders.
"Alec, get the trucks ready! Zayn get me a blanket for her, everyone else get out of here and get ready to move."
He growled in what I guess was frustration. Turning back towards me, gazing down once again. My wolf was gaining control fast. I begged for her not to make me look up. Of course she won, hesitantly I glanced up to look at the man standing before me. Breath hitched in my throat, his eyes. Shining bright green like emeralds, millions of flecks of color danced within them. My wolf howled again and spoke only one word.
"Mate."
A/N: Well Hello everyone I really hope you like my first chapter! I plan of continuing this story! Id really like to hear some feedback on what you think of the story so far! Also some better titles would be much appreciated! Anyways, comment please! :)
