The Mute Wolf

Chapter 2

Little Wolfs POV

He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck for the third time that day and leaned in so close I could almost taste the whiskey on his breath. He shook me repeatedly, then tossed me off to the side, watching me bounce off one of the many bookcases in his office. He growled fiercely, saliva erupting from his mouth and his fists clenched down by his sides. "You WILL obey me, boy! If it is the last thing I do, even if I have to force you, you will do as I say!" My father bellowed at me, his brown eyes almost alight with murder bore down upon me as I lay there on his office floor holding back the tears. I gave a faint nod, wanting desperately to be able to tear my eyes away from his. But that would only make him angrier and most likely hit me where I lay. He growled again and turned his back to me, leaving the room with a fiery chill and his best friend, Logan, standing by the doorway.

I grabbed hold of one of the shelves next to me and pulled myself to my feet, trying not to look as hurt and weak and I most likely was. Logan watched me from across the room, no doubt judging me like everyone else in this pack. I sighed and watched as Logan followed me out of the office and towards my bedroom. He made sure I went in, then after a few moments he thudded back down the wooden stairs after my father. I threw myself onto my large king size bed and buried my face into one of my pillows. Unfortunately this was a familiar and daily routine for me. These days I couldn't even sneeze without my father getting angry. It was just me and him, as mum died when I was only 5 and since then hes kept a tight leash on me, bending me to his will, trying to shape me into exactly what he wants me to be.

Things weren't easy before I lost my voice, but compared to now, they may as well have been. I've become an embarrassment to my father and the pack. More times than not the older males pick on me and tease me and yet my father does nothing to stop them. He doesn't care. He doesn't have time to waste his breath on a pathetic excuse of a son. At least that's what he tells me.

I jumped off my bed and stood by my window, watching across the paddock as my father has a heated conversation with Logan, once again voicing how disappointed he is in his only son. Now was my chance, I ran out of my bedroom and down the stairs and exited the house through the kitchen on the opposite side to where Logan and my father were talking. I walked slowly with my hands in my pockets to not draw any attention to the already 6 pack members that were cautiously watching me. Once I was sure I was out of view, I headed towards the woods through some thick patches of snow until I had reached a hollow tree. There I quickly stripped off my clothes and placed them neatly inside the hole in the tree. I was still new to shifting, and it hurt like hell but it made me feel a million miles away from my father and all the crap he gives me for just being me.

Feeling my bones break and my body bend in the most unnatural ways, I began my shift into my dark brown wolf, writhing and flopping about in the snow. It had taken nearly 10 minutes for me to fully shift from human to wolf and once the pain had finally subsided, I was free to roam the woods in all my glory. I jumped around in the snow, falling into large piles as I skidded about on patches of ice. I loved the snow. It really brought out my inner child. I was only 15 but sometimes I felt more like 10.

Before I knew it, I had gone far from the noise and torture of my pack and was now deep within the woods with nothing but the moon gleaming down upon me. I don't know how long I had been gone, or if my father had already discovered I was missing. But I didn't care. Out here I was free. Feeling a sudden thirst, I drank from a shallow river in a small clearing of the woods. The ice cold water felt almost magical as it slid down my throat and trickled down my chin. Reveling in the delicious water, thoughts crowding my mind of my father, the pack, even of how I was supposed to survive when out of nowhere a growl came from my 9 o clock position and startled me awake. I hadn't even heard another wolf coming close.