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I looked at the large plain white wall's around me. My room had nothing in it but a bed, however that was a broken bed that had once been used by our guests.

You see I get hand me downs. I'm a prisoner and a slave in this pack.

Unlike most slaves I understand why I am a slave. It's because I'm alive, I'm alive and my family aren't.

The Pack want me dead instead of my mother and farther.

I should've got killed in that rouge attack. I should've been the one that died not them.

I'm born a weak wolf. I can't shift yet and I'm sixteen, most wolves can shift when they are much younger.

I'm just a nuisance to the pack. I keep collapsing and I need to stay in bed a lot however that doesn't stop them treating me like a punchbag.

I sigh as I get out of bed my body aching from yesterday. I look in the mirror and I notice I have bruises on my arms and legs where I was beaten.

I sighed miserably as I walk down stairs to prepare breakfast. I looked to see that the sun was just rising. I looked at it then closed my Eyes. I then made my wish.

I carried on making breakfast when the Alpha came down with his Luna. The Alpha was cruel and mean. The Luna was crueler and Meaner. Together they were unstoppable and evil.

The Alpha looked at me.
"What are you doing?" the Alpha snarled at me. I looked at him with my grey eyes.
"I'm making breakfast Alpha." I said and curtseyed.

The Alpha told me I have to do that.

"No you little cow, I meant what are you doing still alive." he growled. I looked up at him.
"I'm sorry Alpha I will try harder to die." I said sarcastically.
"What did you just say?!" he growled at me his eyes turning black out of fury.

To say that the Alpha was handsome was an understatement he had beautiful hair and beautiful eyes. He use to be the Packs player before he met Luna Atana. He still is, she just doesn't see it. In fact the Luna's the same as well. Last night I heard her sneaking out of Beta Orans room

The Luna grabbed a rolling pin and looked at me. "Hmm.. why don't I show you a little lesson." she snarled at me. She whacked my rib with the rolling pin and it sent me to the floor as I'm so weak.
She laughed along with the alpha and then she hit me around the head.

Everything starts spinning and black dots slowly envelop my eyes till there's only darkness.

I awake in my room and stare out the window it's nighttime and my head and rib is aching. I sigh as I stare out of the window.

I couldn't stay here any more. I just couldn't.

I picked up my pen and got out some paper I wrote quickly on it.

Dear whoever this may concern,

May I start off to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that my parents died and I didn't. I'm sorry that I'm so weak and I'm sorry I'm a freak.

Secondly I would like to say that I've gone. you guys obviously don't want me here. I mean it's obvious you just use me as your Slave and I can't do it anymore.

So I guess this is a goodbye. you know if I'm lucky I might get found by a pack and they kill me instantly or I could die of starvation but either way it doesn't matter.

Il be gone.

Please tell the Alpha I say he's a fake and the Luna she's a bitch.

Love,
The worthless slave:
Blake

Ps: please tell the Alpha that Luna A is having an affair with him on Beta Orans.

Thanks.

I put the letter on my windowsill then slowly walked out the door with all my stuff that I'd packed seeing as I had nothing that was easy.

I smile as I get out of the pack house and I bolted.

I ran and I ran and continued to run till my feet where aching. the sun was now coming up and the stars where disappearing.

I sighed. I felt tired and all I wanted to do was rest. I knew I was in another packs territory but for now I didn't care. Before I could even look around I had collapsed on the ground.

Everything had gone blurry there where no black spots or anything there was just blurriness.

Is this what dying feels like? Am I dying? If so then why so suddenly?

I close my eyes thinking that it would be the last time I'd ever have to do that. I planted a smile on my face. Now I could get away from this sickening world.

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