Malevolent

Chapter One

Bella

I couldn't move on. The hatred consumed me faster than I ever thought it would; I began killing any Bloodmoon wolf I came across. I let the dark part of me surface to take revenge on the slaughter of my pack and the worst part is I never cared. They had destroyed me, so I attempted to destroy them. All in all I picked off about ninety of their wolves in the three years since the attack.

But now I'm going to die for my revenge.

It was amazing how much pain silver chains causes my wolf. The dizzying swells of a new rush of pain, and the deep, torturous ache of the silver running through my veins is more than I can bare. The unhealed wounds brought on by the wide gashes cut into my skin, being the worst part because it's almost impossible to heal when there are silver shreds laced into the wounds.

A hand brushes my chest and I snarl half-consciously, my blurry vision not letting me see the man. They caught me because I was stupid enough to get too close to the border of their pack lands. I wasn't even that close, but I suppose being the wolf who had killed a substantial amount of their pack members they were going to be on the lookout for the culprit.

At this moment there are nine men surrounding me, carrying me by silver chains into the heart of the pack. I have no contact with Cassie, my wolf, but as the silver wolf it's probably best that I seem as normal as a wolf could get. They yank on the chains for fun, causing a strangled whimper to escape from my mouth.

"Shut it, mutt," the leader of the group growls at me as I pant, struggling to stay conscious. "You don't get to be pathetic after what you've done."

"I don't understand how she could be behind all of this," one of the other men speaks up quietly.

"You'll learn," I gasp for air.

"What did you say?" A hand clutches my throat in warning.

"I said you'll learn."

Another hand claws my face and I scream in pain at the silver dipped claws, feeling blood drip down the left side of my face. The hand clutching my throat tightens, cutting off my air supply. I struggle against the shackles on my wrists and squirm as much as I can to try to get away, but it's all for nothing because I feel myself losing consciousness shortly after. 

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I wake up in the dark, unable to tell where I am. I can't focus on anything but the blazing agony that renders me motionless. The nausea comes with every shock the silver chains threw at me. I move my head slightly but accidentally dig the silver collar deeper into a slash on my neck, and moaning, I drop my head against the frozen floor and attempt to contact Cassie.

Bella. 

'Cass, I need  your strength. Please.'

I can try.

After what seems like forever, I finally regain some strength back in my half-mangled body. Using it to my advantage, I manage to scrape myself into a sitting position, and after a while there I force myself onto my aching feet. My suffering intensifies when I rest my back against the wall, feeling for the first time the multiple slits that have found a home there. Tears begin to stream down my face, not helping my cheek at all.

"Please Goddess," I cry softly.

"She's awake, get the Alpha." I hear a male voice through the muffle in my ears.

Yes, bring the Alpha. I am ready to die, I am ready to go home. I am ready for the pain to end, I am ready to see my family, I am ready to leave this awful world and return to where I belong. I long to see my brother and my mother and father again. I want to be with John again. There's nothing left for me in this twisted world and I don't know why I never allowed myself to be captured before. I weep harder with my body swaying, feeling light-headed. I can barely hear the footsteps descending the stairs. I have to stop crying, there is no way I can let them see me like this. I'm not weak, I'm strong. The cell door opens and both people and light flood into the space, but I don't sense the presence of another alpha yet.