Alone

Chapter 1

Ava:

Chapter 1:

Its dark and lonely, everything is pitch black and the pain is unbearable. It's been three months since the attack occurred and not once has my mind gone off that day.

Three months earlier.......

"Ava darling, will you please hurry up we are going to be late and you know how I feel about being late."

My mother, the punctual and respectful women in our pack, besides our luna. Everyone loved my mom and I can't blame them. She always put everyone before herself, even if she was in pain or was weak. So many times I've told her to rest and to look after herself, but she never listens.

"Sorry mom, I couldn't pick what to wear. If it was up to me, I would have gone in my PJs."

"Well don't my two girls look beautiful."

"Callum, why haven't you got your suit on. Oh god, we are going to be late.'

"Calm down Lucie, we don't have to be there for another 10 minutes. It will only take me five minutes to put my suit on and get ready. You girls take far longer."

Then you have my dad, the lead trainer of our pack, he makes sure that everyone has the ability and knows how to fight while training our best fighters and guards. However, his time management isn't the best and we are always waiting on him, something which my moms does not like. But he's my dad, he's loving and hilarious and he always has a way of cheering me up when I'm not feeling my best. Plus, I get extra training and test out all these incredible moves. Some people would say that I'm a daddy's girl.

It was our annual ball, where everyone from our pack comes together and well we just have fun. Adults, young adults and all the children in one room. Some people would say it's chaos, however, it's like a big family reunion, where everyone dresses up all fancy and dances the night away. Its always held at the pack house and it's get redecorated to make it like a royal wedding or as those someone is about to get married. It's fun, I enjoy it but I hate the picking the outfit. I'm not a dress sort of girl, I'm more of a jeans and jumper kinda girl. Of course, that would not be suitable for the annual ball. My mom loves it, she loves talking to everyone and of course catching on all the gossip. My dad likes the idea of free alcohol and of course he loves bragging about his job and title to all of his friends. All the children love it, they get to run around, jump, dance and get into trouble. And for the young adults, well it's a place where you have the chance of meeting your mate, or a place to judge what another one is wearing or to talk about who gets to have which guy, unmated of course. That's the part I dislike, I never want to judge or in fact be stared at by a bunch of horny teenagers. However, I'm twenty-two and are yet to find my mate, so I have brought upon myself.

Moving on....

It was a great night, everyone was dancing, drinking and having fun. You know just like the scenes from the movies. I don't how to explain how everything just changed, the atmosphere just dropped and us being wolves we could smell something that wasn't usual to any of us. Then it just came wolves from everywhere, attacking everyone in their sight. Not many people had a chance to run. I can't even remember how I moved, I was in utter shock! I just kept running, knowing that they were going to find me, I didn't even think about doing what I'm trained to do and fight. I could feel each person dying and could hear the screams of their mates feeling their bond break and then fading away themselves.

Where was I running too?

Well, I couldn't tell you, I had no idea. My feet just kept going and normal I would shift but there was no time to think or act. Before you know it I was a far as I could get from the scene, I landed at the old pack house, the one we use to live in before it got rebuilt for more people to live in. It was far away, as well, our pack inherited more land and we had more pack members joining. No one remembers where our old pack house is, so the rogues won't be able to find it, well I hoped not.

I stayed there for a week, leaving it enough time for the rogues to disappear and for me to fully comprehend what had happened.

What about my parents?

I can't even think about it, every time I close my eyes my mom or dad just appear. I can hear their voices and all I can think about is how selfish I was to run and not care about everyone but myself. It's not what the daughter of a warrior should do. I was shocked. I could have done more and helped people. I can't mind-link anyone, I keep trying and have been for the past five days but no one links back. I've tried ringing my parents, tried mind-linking and praying to the moon goddess that they are alive and safe, even though in my heart I know it's mostly not true.

It's been seven days and it's time for me to go back to the pack house.

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Walking through the forest is normally so peaceful and relaxing, it's where I feel at home, where I can truly just be myself. Today is a different day, I'm fully alert, listening and watching for any movement or sound, I need to be ready to attack, I need to make my pack proud and re payback what I should have done when it all happened.

It doesn't take me along to reach the pack house, as I just needed to get out the woods and see the damage and the pain caused.

There it was, the pack house. A place that used to hold so many good memories has now been replaced by a moment that won't ever be forgotten. It would be the day that the Emerald Pack was destroyed.

I could smell the blood and pain before I walked into the house, already I felt nausea. I wasn't ready, but I had to do it.

Walking into the house was like a murder scene from a movie, bodies were everything. Mothers, fathers, elders, and children all scattered and lying there hopeless. Each person I looked at, the more I was getting weaker and more emotional and then I saw it. I saw my dad, just lying there. My warrior, our pack warrior was dead. His blood all over him and this throat slit open. I lost it and I didn't care if anyone heard, how I could live without my dad, he was my best friend and where was my mom? Did she get free? I haven't seen her amongst this. I cried, for what felt like forever I just cried, every emotion, every feeling what being let free. My broken heart, the thought of not ever seeing my dad or hearing his voice tore me apart.

All this emotion, all this crying left me being vulnerable and made me not alert. From that moment an arm came across my neck and before I could act, I was injected with something.

That's the last thing I remember from that day.

Now I'm here. Just here. 

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