Demon Wolf

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"Pathetic." My own sister mocked me while staring down at my limp body on the floor. The same cerulean blue eyes as mine shone with hatred and disgust as it stared on my own. We share the same face, same blood and we live in the same pack but on how they treated us both was completely opposite.

Xander, the son of the current alpha tug my sister's wrist. "Come on" he said lowly. My sister smiled sweetly at him before pecking his lips "Okay." She said. And with one last painful kick on my already broken ribs, they finally left. He never looked my way, not even when I'm being beaten to death like right now. I started to cough and end up spitting blood on the dirty floor.

I can't move, I can't even breathe but that doesn't mean I won't do anything to help myself.

I heaved a deep breath as I pulled my body from the ground only to end up falling again. The first tear kissed my bruised face and I fought the sob that threatened to come out from my mouth and once again sucked a deep breath and try to stand, luckily this time I succeeded. But I need to lean on the wall as my world started to spin, dizziness spun my world and my ribs started to throb badly. I took the first step forward only to stumble and fall down again. 

This time I know I have no choice but to crawl until I finally reach the stairs that leads to the attic where my room is. I used the banister for support as I yanked myself upwards and once again my whole body exploded into pain. I bit my lip drawing blood and shut my eyes to prevent myself from howling in pain. I waited for awhile until the pain subsided before climbing the stairs slowly and ignoring the screaming pain while moving. I used the handrails for support while I dragged my body.

I stumbled at the last step but luckily, I did not fall again. I heaved a sigh of relief when I reached the top but my side constricted in pain and I automatically clutched my ribs and winced when my hand touched the spot where it hurt the most. I stabilized my breathing, chanting to myself that I'm almost there. The door to my room that's only a few steps away from me seemed like my salvation from this nightmare despite on how this abandoned place looked. I limped my way to my small room, opened the door and carefully placed by body to the bed. And there, I cried myself to sleep.

I was awaken in an instant, my body automatically jolted upwards and I cried in pain. I look towards my brother who's holding a bucket and was chuckling to himself. I glared at his direction and he glared back at me as he looked over my dripping body. "Wow you look terrible!" He laughed. "What do you want?" I asked with no emotion. He scowled at me before smiling like a devil. And before I know it the bucket landed on me, half on my face, opening the wound on my lips again and half on my ribs that got me coughing blood, again.

Bastard

"Bye-bye 'lil sis." He said while walking backward to the door while facing me with his evil glint. I know what he's planning to do so with all the strength I could muster, I forced myself to stand and ran for him.

He stood there watching me, a pleased smile plastered on his face as he saw my struggle. He watched me as I struggled to move, to stand, even to breathe. He looked at me with a satisfactory smile, as if he'd just won on a game. He showed me the keys as I neared him, he  dangled it on his left hand, tossing it to the air then catching it again. His other hand was holding the door and his body was outside my room now. As his smile got broader, showing his perfectly 

No.

He slammed the door closed before I can even grab it and locked it outside.

I knew it.

"Haah.. bastards." I laughed and cried at the same time. I'm stuck here again.

I slid down to the floor as the pain in my body got intense to the point that I can't take anymore. This overwhelming situation and hopelessness overpowered my will to suppress my emotions and I cried.

I can't do this anymore. Was the only thing that keeps repeating inside my head.

I searched for one thing in my room. The thing I treasured the most. It is something my parents left me before they died and it is the only thing that can help me right now.

I laughed when I saw it. There, under the worn out table not far from me its reflection caught me and I crawled towards it.

I gripped its handle, pure wolfian silver warming my skin. It doesn't affect me like it should be. Just a little burn on my skin that never leave an actual burn or any wounds.

I named it Luna.

Kissing the handle and looking out at the tiny window in my room, I saw the crescent moon smiling at me, I looked at my guardian.

The moon Goddess.

Letting the last tear that will kiss my face flow, I send a quick prayer to the moon goddess to welcome me with her.

And with that, I stab the dagger right in my beating heart.

Funny to think I didn't even feel any pain.

I feel at peace.

Finally...

Was my last thought before I welcome the darkness that's I've been fighting for so long...