Broken, That's all I feel!

Chapter 1

Violla P.O.V.

I was never loved... not anywhere not even in the hell I call home. I wasn't safe anywhere. I may be a werewolf but I'm nothing just another 'sad excuse for a werewolf'. 

I'm Violla Harling only daughter to Alpha Baxter and Luna Leanne of the Crossbow pack. I have brown shoulder length hair. And unfortunately for me my dads grey-blue eyes, I have my mothers hair but its a little lighter than hers.

Last year on my 16th birthday I turned into my wolf. She's a little different than most wolves in the pack...I didn't shift in front of anyone. When I felt the shift coming on my parents where thankfully in a emergency pack meeting about sightings of rouges. So I snuck out and ran towards the only place I felt safe a cave and that's where I transformed into my wolf. Mara. She's the only one who cared for me. She was Silver with white paws but in the sunlight her coat is like silver glitter. I love my wolf and our colour.

The pack isn't as big as most others are. There are 98 members so quite a small pack and I'm the daughter of the Alpha.

Your probably thinking oh Alpha and Luna are destined to be caring and compassionate leaders well your right in a way they are loving and caring to everyone....except me. 

The only freedom I got was when everyone was busy and then I could run in wolf form through the forest. I don't really remember my parents ever saying nice words about me or loving me. I probably don't deserve love, for the nuisance I am.

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"Violla get your useless carcass down here now!" my so called father bellowed from downstairs I ran from my closet sized room, to where his voice was. I learned that from a young age that whenever my parents called my name I was sure to get a beating for even no reason. They used me like a punching bag. 

So your probably wondering why run to that situation, well simple reason being my father and mother would batter me to near death I now that cause I've lived to see the day. When I was 7 years old. Never again would I not disobey them.

I ran into the living room where my so called 'parents' shod in front of the fireplace, glaring daggers at me. My dad motioned with his hand to come towards them. I don't speak unless they want me to.

"What is this paper say" my father growled at me in furry. I looked at the paper it was my report sheet on my coursework and school performance. "ANSWER ME!" He screamed. The power behind his voice would make anyone wet themselves but if I showed any sign of fear that would give them more reason to beat me. "My school report, saying that I'm....a straight A student" I all but whispered knowing with their wolf hearing they could easily hear me. Then regretfully I look back at my fathers now pitch black eyes. My mother smiling as if its the happiest thing she's ever seen and I new what was coming my way.

Next thing I now my mothers behind me and my father is not even 5inches from me. My mother kicks the back of my legs causing me to fall to the floor, as the pain from the back of my legs shoots up my hold body...but I don't cry or whimper...that would give them another reason to hurt me. My wolf was weak with the scraps of food given to us that she hasn't the strength any more to heal me. I'm as slow healing as a human. And I'd long to be human. My father taking a branded iron from the fireplace...burning hot..."This will teach you, about your grades you vermin, your a sad excuss for a wolf let alone an Alpha and Luna's child." He snarled curling his lips up over his canines.

My mother pulled my shirt up a little exposing my hip and I new he was to brand me. I closed my eyes, big mistake "Open your pathetic eyes you basterd and lets see the pain" my mother spat close to my ear. I opened my eyes reluctantly to see my father shove his arm back (the one holding the branding iron) and shove it forward aiming for my hip. I could feel the firery heat from the iron as it closed against my skin. 

Then Burning, seering, pain hit me and it took everthing in me not to scream. My vision started to blur, but I quickly blinked back the tears.

My father stod back with his finger brushing his chin in a thoughtful manner, admirring his handy work. Then through the iron back in the fire and gave my mother a wink next thing I now she pressed her foot on my chest and pushed hard down. And I felt a few snaps. I new then some ribs where broken. But I still didn't cry. Don't get me wrong I would if I could get away with it. I was struggling to breath now. Mara was wimpering in my head she hated what they did to me. She's the only one that loved me. I was unloved by everyone else and worthless trash that should be thrown away.

My father brought his hand to my knee and only using the palm of his hand pushed down and caused my knee cap to bounce out of its socket. I bit my tongue to stop the crying. Sweat was now dripping from my face.  

"Why couldn't we have had a boy instead of this" my mother gesturing to me said 'sadly' towards my father he walked over to her and hugged her as she cried. "Shoosh baby the godess wanted us to have HER so we could beat the shit out of her. Don't cry hunny she's not even worth it." My dad stroking my mothers back in circles said soothingly except when he said 'her' he spat that word in my direction.

"Alpha, Luna sorry to disturb you both." I don't now his name nor anyones "thats alrigh Jack, what wrong" my mother smiled and happily said to him. "Rouges" the only word he said had my parents running for the door ordering to some of the warriers to look after the children.

I litterally could only drag myself up the stairs to my closet like room. Each pull (by using my arms) exhausted me further. It took all my strength to get to my room. Where I closed the door and collasped onto my torn and old sheet and feel asleep. Being wary that any more moving would seriously affect my healing process.

Every night I make a wish....seeming simple enough though.

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I wish for death!