The Girl from the Trees

Chapter Eight:

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This is my story. For as long as I can remember, the only thing that has ever been constant in my life were trees. It sounds utterly lame and even a little crazy. But it's true. My mother died giving birth to me and my father could only have so much love for me. I remember running to the woods and sobbing on a tree when the people in my pack, humiliated me and cast me off. My father tried to stop the rude treatment I was given or so I was told. But why would anyone listen to his command if his wife, Aniston, was the one who started the rumors and always started the uproars of why I was even given the honor of being called the daughter of their Alpha. I'm not making too much sense, am I?

Let me begin again.

Trees have always been the only thing constant in my life. You might think it's lame but by the end of this, you won't. My mother was one of the most powerful werewolves in the entire country. Her fame was known everywhere, for she had become one of the greatest fighters and had even put warriors to shame. My mother, Iona, met my father, while passing through his territory and she fell in love with him. He on the other hand, fell in love with her fame. My father was Alpha and was married to another woman, Aniston. Call it his mate or whatever, but the truth is, mates are very unlikely. Personally, I think its complete bullshit. But that's a whole other topic. So, my father impregnated my mother and well... you guessed it! She was pregnant with wonderful me! My mother died after giving birth to me and although, I was my father's daughter, I still had killed something that he thought was untouchable. He had admired my mother; everyone admired my mother. She was supposed to be invincible.

I was brought up in a huge, old, vintage-looking, castle-looking place with my father. Blah. It was actually very beautiful and prestigious. I had everything that I wanted but nothing that I asked for, ever seemed to heal how badly I was treated within those walls. To all of the pack members, I had killed one of the people who was supposed to be the most powerful werewolves to ever live and most importantly, I was the result of my father cheating on their Luna. So the truth be told, I am a bastard and a mistake. My step-mother always had something against me. She made my life hell.

When I was 14 years old, my step-mom, Aniston, tried to kill me. She had always hated me and always seemed to do cruel things to me when I was growing up. While I was sleeping one night, she and some of her guards tied me by my hands and feet. They took me to a hill and threw me off the hill with a large bag of rocks and into the water. She explained to me that she couldn't bare to look at me because it reminded her of what my father had done to her. How he had broken her heart by sleeping with my mother. She said that I looked too much of my mother and it was best that a bastard child didn't live anyways. She hated me and I could see it in her eyes. When I fell into the water and started to sink, I didn't fight. No one loved me. I had spent most of my time in the woods alone, usually practicing my fighting techniques. The only person who I thought cared about me was my father and that gave me the strength to pull at the ropes on my hands and feet. I don't know how I got out to be completely honest. I just remember this need for survival and somehow I ended up winning. I didn't get back to my home till the next morning and when I did, I ran straight to my father. I burst into his office and told him what his bitch had done to me. By then I was crying and just terrified. But when I looked at my father again, I saw what I had always really known, he only saw me as a bastard child as well, as a mistake and a disgrace. His face hardened and he rejected what I had told him. He didn't believe his only child. He denied that Aniston would ever do that to me and that I was crazy. He sent me to my room and said that I would be dealt with later, which usually meant being whipped. I was stunned. My own father! How could he abandon me like this? How could he take her side? I missed my mother. All I ever heard were whispers every time I walked by someone. "Bastard! Useless!" That night, I couldn't take it anymore. I was too heartbroken and I was too angry for being treated like dirt for so many years. So I broke out of my room and found my step-mother in her bathroom. I didn't say anything to her but simply looked at her. She was shocked that I was still alive. She knew that I wanted to challenge her and she didn't hesitate to attack first. I had somehow fought her and somehow pinned her easily. She was all scratched and bloodied by the time I had knocked her senseless. I had her kneeling and was about to snap her neck when my father jumped in the room. He looked so worried for her. And that's when he told me that he had never loved me and that I meant nothing to him because my mother meant nothing to him. I was kept under his care out of pity. He meant every word and every word hurt. When I finally spoke, I said, "You will always remember this day because this day, not only did you reject me as your daughter but this is the day that I spared Aniston's life. I never want to see you again and if I ever do, I will kill you and this bitch. I have given you the gift of life. Cherish it." I grabbed my step-mother's arm and broke it with one snap. And then I ran. I heard my father yell for his pack to go after me and to kill me. So I ran into the woods, into the only thing that was constant in my life. I had always been fast and I always had been strong. I soon disappeared within the trees. The trees seemed to always be my home and the only place that I was free. I have been running ever since. Not so lame now, eh?

I will never feel afraid and I will never stop fighting to survive. Because if there is one thing I have learned it's to always be untamed because when you are tamed, you never see an attack coming, even if it's right beneath your nose. Always stay alive and always stay untamed.

-Alaska of Iona,

Daughter of Alpha Zon