Heart bound

Chapter 9

Athenas pov
I rolled of Jonathan's stomach and sat with my legs crossed. He sat up copying my position. I took a deep breath and then found my mates chocolate eyes. "J I want to tell you about me, about my scar, but you have to listen. You have to stay calm for me. I won't lie I still cant do this strongly In fact I've never done this at all. Can you be the strong one tonight?" I tilted my head and he gave me a firm nod. "Of course." I hesitated for a second before crawling over to that forest scent. And again I took a second before placing his arms around me. I slowly removed my mask tossing it to the side and feeling strangely vulnerable. "Ga I feel like freakin girl on a sitcom." Jonathan let out a laugh nuzzling his nose to my hair. "Well where to start I guess before I had a conscience would be good.
When I was born no one wanted me. And I really mean no one. My parents were alpha and Luna but I was to weak in their opinion. I was a small infant a disgrace to the family name. So I was thrown out. Quite literally but being the stubborn headed ass I am even as an infant I refused to die. So I shifted literally straight up was like crystal get your fury thing going I need me some survival instincts. Latter regretted it cause that was like 16 extra years of her talking in my head but whatever. So move on a little to like 5 and half and you'll find me in the basement. I'd been caught by a new pack. It was dangerous I could feel the morbid auras. And true to my eerie feelings my life became a consistent routine of torture. The alpha would come in break one of my bones say some nasty crap then leave."
"Hey it's my favorite girl!" he squatted down pulling my hair so I'd look at him. "Aw why the long face didn't you miss me?" I shook my head witch resulted in a slap. "Well that's to bad I'll always be here." He looked me over seeming to decide on something then grabbed my arm. "Today we'll go with this you've been looking a little more muscular you know how I don't approve of your training little one." he'd snap it almost like a twig. And Then He'd laugh. and laugh and laugh. My screams meant nothing to him. My tears meant nothing. The pain of breaking over and over meant nothing.
"Later on he'd come with two little pups and tell me to choose which one should die. I never chose so he'd shoot both. And he'd leave there bodies to fill the basement with a retched stench though the guilt is what really haunted me. But I couldn't do it I couldn't choose one life over another. And who's to say he wouldn't kill them both anyway."
"Which one!"
I shook my head tears spilling profusely.  "Pick one you can't have both don't be selfish"  I looked up my eyes trying not to linger on the shaking pups. "Please, please don't kill them shoot me instead take me but please they've done nothing wrong." The man hit me with his gun I screeched blood running down my head.  "Choose!" I shook my head. But there was no winning he shot them both. And again he'd laugh like something was actually funny. Like something humerus had occurred yet all I saw was blood, pain, and the loss of life. I never did get the joke.
"The third time he came he'd bring a bucket of water he'd dip just half my face in and keep it there just letting me gag and squirm in only an inch of water so dry yet still drowning."
"You've been naughty little one. So so bad killing pups, training your muscles, refusing my requests. Such a bad little one. Bad things need to be punished." He pulled out a small bowl placing it in front of me. Then he'd hand me a cup of water. "Pour it in" with trembling hands I'd let the water trickle out. He then grabbed the back of my neck and push me into the water. "It's only an inch and yet you drown? Weak weak little one. Can't you swim? can't you breath?"
"When I was about to black out he'd pull me up I was out long enough to take in a swig of air before he'd dump me in again. he did this till I fainted. I'd find myself in a pit of darkness with only the sounds of his laughter as a sort of cruel company.
i tried to play smart once just sucking all the water up but he got so much worse. Banging me up against the wall punching me over and over than he'd come up and whisper. 'Your not clever little one your dumb oh so very dumb so don't try to be clever'.
I shook in Jonathan's lap tears running from my eyes. I looked up to see Jonathan eyes pitch black, angry. That's the only way to describe the pure rage. But he steadied his breath for me held me tighter. And traced patterns on me soothing me and my scrambled nerves. I smiled slightly then took another shaggy breath.
"I got away though by being just as cruel. There was a lady in the pack the first person to ever show me kindness. She would sneak me rations. She'd even sing outside my cage. But when the alpha found out he killed her right in front of me slow and painful. Her screams echoed over and over. She had a family and a mate. But her lasts words were to me. She told me 'your strong my little girl, so strong but be clever use your body and mind you were given both for a reason.' She said this screaming and withering in pain as he killed her. I screamed for her too. My torture increased after that day but at age 10 I'd made my plans. My muscles were strong my mind refined I'd saved crystal any pain never shifting never allowing her to shift. She was my wild card.
"Little one, little one
Cowards about
Little one little one
Scream and shout
Hear the bloody rain drops
Trickle down your skin
Little one little one
I'm coming in."
This was his song I would think. Like an anthem to my meeting him it had become ritual. A sort of mental reminder that singing is what had brought the death of my only friend. Only her songs were beautiful his were deranged. I sat up prepared for this I'd practiced.
"That's my favorite little girl how are we today"
I smirked
He took a step back before recomposing himself.
"Lovely lovely big one" I slowly dragged my self up standing to my feet. It had been years since I'd stood up fully he never allowed it.
"I think playtimes over I've learned all you can teach."
His eyes grew into a wild fury. "What do you mean?"
"Your knives, your scorch marks, the water in a bowl, the pups, the bones, the lyrics you've twisted over time. They bore me I'm bored so I'm leaving now." He took a step forward. "You forget your place little one"
He came forward prepared to rip my skin with his dagger. But I only smiled. "Crystal you can come out now" I shifted and crystal let out a shrill growl. We spoke in sync because we'd bonded so close that we were   Quite literally one. "Peek a boo alpha hope we scared you" and then like we'd planned we ended him.
"We destroyed our own monster by becoming him but only for a moment because it was the sickest feeling and when we switched back I threw up. When I came out of my cage I expected to find a pack of wolves just as heinous as there Alpha. But all I found were very broken wolves. I spent two more years rebuilding that pack putting an end to anyone who followed rituals anywhere close to that alpha. But I knew I couldn't stay there it was to painful and so I handed the authority over to the husband of the woman who comforted me when I was weak. Her name I found out was piper. A fitting name a sweet name that I could never forget. I traveled after that At age twelve exploring the world. I met dragons, sea monster who weren't really monsters at all. Alex was quite humorous actually. Vampires, even elves. I learned a lot I became clever. I was a rouge though. Many times attacked on my travels though when you make enough wolves disappear you get a name. My wolf is very powerful. I do not mean to brag but she is.   I do not use her much because she scares almost anyone she's terrifying because she's protective of me. I was captured again at age 15  though I escaped in roughly a month. This person that I'm now hiding from is not a wolf. He's a witch, and the pack he has under his spell is best described as zombies. Your pack could become that if I do not train my wolf and we need to work our elements we've barely scratched the surface. But we need you and Eros because we can't do it alone. That man is the only thing I fear he, he was worse than the alpha. He gave me this scar and many more. And he's still hurting people."
I looked up again Jonathan stared at me. He untangled himself from me and broke from the bed.
'He's leaving us'
Crystal whimpered
'I knew it we scared him he thinks we're filthy'
I heard a loud pang as a hole appeared in the wall. Then my mate walked out of my room.
I cried sobbing uncontrollably and in seconds I found an arm around me again.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying not to be angry but I can't help it. Eros wants blood he's seething. And I'm not far behind."
I looked up probably a mess  I sniffled. "Sso your not leaving me?" Jonathan's eyes widened "of course not I couldn't your MINE."
I jerked him forward holding onto him like a life line sobbing into his sweater. Than quickly kissing cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I fell asleep like that murmuring my  gratitude for what seemed like an eternity.