Scarred Inside and Out

Deep in the darkest place where no one sets foot in fear of the contaminants that this book holds. It is buried deep in a chest of a Aztec god who was thought as the god of wolves. The Aztec God, Cuetlachtli protects the stories and secrets that it contains. Cuetlachtli was a fierce and hateful man and had set a curse to those who has a bastard child in a wolf pack that they might contain the white wolf. Deep in the pages of this sinister book is the story and prophecy of the white wolf. A fool named of Barnard had discover the Aztec God's rest place and rip the book out of the chest of god setting the curse into motion. Barnard had searched through the book to see only blank pages he thought it was a waste of time but Cuetlachtli had placed a spell on it for those of the wolf family (werewolves) can only see the containment of its dark secrets. The elders of the Azuek (Ah-zo-ik) pack had gotten their sneaky paws on it before any other pack had heard of its uprising. This is what the book has said about the white wolf

 White Wolf-

The White wolf will rise from the womb of a woman who has slept out of their mating bond. If the father of the child leaves the mother and child a curse will be placed onto this child to bare all the way to her or his grave. They are filthy children and only fueled by hate, pain and anger. The white demon will rise and destroy the nations if the white demon isn't put into its place. The white demon feeds off of blood and will drench themselves in it every chance it gets. The only good use of the white demon is in wars they must fight alone never to be shown any mercy or kindness. They must fight the alpha no other wolf, they must learn that they are nothing but a weak link of the pack. You must fear them at all times if any signs of them standing before you to challenge you or other alpha's you must bring them down to it's grave.The white wolf is only a demon in disguise those filthy bastards childs will always be cursed from the beginning of this book being ripped out of my chest! They white demon will always plague you and your pack, so have pity on the mother for her stupidity and shame them man who left them to bear this curse. The white bastard child shall be named White Demon guard less of what the mother names it.

In the midst of the elders reading the forbidden book a man and women were conceiving a child, unknown to them of the curse that has now plagued all packs. They never really thought of the consequences of their actions they were only teenagers having fun till they found their mates. Nine months later a child was born as the single mother looked down at her gorgeous baby daughter with happiness. She looked at the man who had helped this creations as he was glaring hatefully to the side as he hisses lowly making the newly mother stare with fear

"That is not my child, she shall never be my child. This was a mistake Misuki! That child should have never happened!"

"Roku... You can't do that to Suki..."

"You named that thing! Get rid of it Misuki, you know the elders have told us that bastard children came bare the white demon."

Mizuki glared at them man she loved most of her life while she waited on her mate. Mizuki held her child closer to her chest as she hisses out hatefully with poison dripping from every word

"They are lying fools Roku! How dare you tell me to get rid of my child!"

Roku and Mizuki argued unknown that the mark of the white demon was engraving onto their child. The Aztec designed swirled around her right eye as she watched her parents fight knowing that she will be a bastard child. She saw her father walk out of the house as her mother fell to her knees crying in devastation, pain and anger started to grow in her heart.

Years Later!!

Pain erupted through my front leg as my body automatically made myself howl out for help. I knew all too well that no would help me not even the pack member that was running away from where I was trapped. I growled helplessly as I snapped a howl towards the pack member but all they did was look back at me with a satisfied grin. I could feel the metal steel spikes digging deeper into my front leg, my fear heightened quickly as I could hear the hunter running towards me. I howled again hoping my spiteful alpha would at least help me with this, for me not to die here. I slowly moved my leg leading the trap closer to where it was pinned to the ground appear that the chain was shorter then it was. Blood seeped down on my white fur making it crimson red, I glared at the ground giving up the hope that my so called pack would rescue me. Ever since my mother had passed that had gotten worse getting me more close to death each day but never would let me die. I was the one who was called the White Demon as well as the filthy bastard child. Mother tried to keep their hateful remarks so I wouldn't catch on for my childhood days but it was no use I could read their minds through their eyes. I laid down on the snow covered floor awaiting for my death maybe even someone to come and save me. I was all white except for on my right side around my eye was an Aztec marking symbolizing that I was the white demon. I thirsted for chaos and blood especially when my pack abused me and hurt me. No one came till the hunter came around the bush with amazement crossing his face as he started to cheer and dance with a rifle in his hand. No one in the human society has seen a white wolf for hundreds of years thinking they were extinct. The hunter pumped his fist in the air yelling Yahoo!!!! He smirked evilly at me finally done with his ridiculous victory dance as he got up into my face crouching down. He then said as his smoke and moonshine smelling breath filled my lungs