Not my mate you say?

Chapter 2

~Birthday~

            “Oomph” Hitting a wall hurts. But that is quite normal for me. “What do you want?” I whispered. The thing is, I know exactly what they want. All the time, Rick and Tate beat on me and they have a good reason.

*Flashback* (5 years ago)

            I was out in the treehouse my dad built for me and Alex. I ran there because Tate pushed me down because I wouldn’t share the cookies our mom made. I stayed inside the treehouse crying from the pain in my knees and hands. About thirty minutes later I heard my name being called. I didn’t come out of my spot. I then heard the Luna call me. Knowing I had to obey, I got up and saw a group of wolves. I at first thought they were part of the pack, then, as they approached closer, I could smell them. I immediately knew; Rogue. I stood, still out of sight, frozen. I saw my mom, dad and Luna look in the direction of the rogues. I ducked down in the fetal position hoping that nothing bad will happen. I then heard a scream. I peer up; it was a bad idea. I saw my mother and father lying on the ground. Dead. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my voice. The next thing I knew, a rogue was holding the Luna so she couldn’t move. Another rogue approached her and put a hand over her throat. She stills and looks in the eye of the rogue.

            “Go ahead, do it.” Was all she said. I could see that the rogues had tightened, choking the Luna. Then he let go, lifting his hand up a little, then it came across the Luna’s throat fast. Blood poured out from the slash made on her throat she dropped to the ground. I heard a howl ring through the air. I recognized it as the Alphas’.

            The big black wolf jumped out of the trees. The Alpha came and killed the rouges. I stayed still I heard someone come up the ladder. I cowered back and closed my eyes. Then, I could feel the power and I knew that it was the Alpha. I could feel myself being lifted up. Then darkness took over me.

            My mom. Dead.

            My dad. Dead.

            My Luna. Dead.

            And it’s all my fault

*Flashback End*

            “You know exactly what we want.” Rick yelled at me. “We want you to die.”

            “Why don’t you just kill me now?” I questioned quietly trying not to anger him more. Both him and Tate chuckled.

            “Well, wouldn’t that be easy” He taunted as he moved closer to me. My back was already against the wall so I slid farther into the room away from Rick and Tate. ”To bad.” He spat menacingly, “We want you to feel the pain you caused my mom, John and Laura (Macy and Tate’s parents).Over, and over, and over again.” He was right in my face and I remembered something that made me feel bold.

            “Not for too long because in two days. I will find my mate and he will protect me.” I darted back. It was true. I will be sixteen and I will be able to find my mate. Smack! Rick smacked me and I fell on the ground.

            “YOU.” Kick! “WILL.” Kick! “NEVER.” Kick! “HAVE A MATE.” Kick! Kick! Kick! Rick picked me up and punched me in my face multiple times. I didn’t cry, even though it hurt a lot.

            By the time he was done I tried to get up and I realized that Tate was still in the room. I looked up into his eyes searching for care. I found nothing but hate. He punched me in the stomach. I curled up wheezing and coughing. I squeezed my eyes to pass the pain- both emotional and physical pain.