Werewolf King

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This is Datura.

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The front door swings open to the house and Datura's parents come running out.

"King Seth! Welcome!" Says the father as they both bow. They then look at Datura with a hateful glare.

"Did she do something my king? What has she done so bad to make you bring here here yourself?" Asked the mother.

Seth didn't say a word. He only walked closer to them with her hand in his until they stood 5 feet away from them. He then turned to her and took off her jacket and threw it at the mother. She was shocked, but then looked at the glowing paw print on Datura's chest. She stood there confused.

"You see this correct?" The parents nodded, dumb-founded.

"This means she's marked. And it means future queen. This girl right here," he put his arm around her waist, "is your future queen. My Queen. My Mate. MINE. And you have disrespected YOUR future QUEEN. Meaning MY MATE." He released Datura and he took 2 steps and grabbed both of them by their shirts.

He dragged them into the house and pulled them until they were in the living room, and he threw them both with ease, as if he was tossing a pillow onto a bed. They landed on the couch and hit their heads on the wall.

Ouch.

Datura just stood there stone faced. As she followed them in. "Datura! What are you doing!? Stop him!" Yelled her mother. Datura did nothing, she stood there just thinking. All the things they did to her. All the things they've said, all the times she went hungry because they didn't want to "waste the money". She was sick of it. All of it. She'd let him do what he wanted, just as long as he didn't kill them.

Seth slapped the mother and punched the father in the gut when he stood up to attack Seth for laying his hands on his mate.

"Stop your mate you useless little bitch!!" And Seth snapped.

He grabbed the mother by her neck and held her off of her feet to the wall. The father tried to interfere but Seth just pushed him and he went flying to the other side of the room and hit the mirror, shattering it and pieces stabbed into him legs.

Seth stared at the mother and once she looked like she was loosing too much oxygen he released her and she passed out as soon as she hit the floor. The dad was already out from blood loss.

Seth went through and pushed the tv over, grabbed the pictures from the walls and 'accidentally' dropped each one of them. Once he was done with that he walked to the kitchen and opened all of the cupboards and turned to Datura and looked at her curiously.

"Think about this. Think of all of the times they hurt you, starved you, called you names, beat you, made you cry, embarrassed you, shamed you, locked you in your room. Think about it. This of how much they talk about you. Think of how they wanted you dead. Think of how they don't care. Think of how much they make you cry. All of those tears. The streams of tears almost at a constant roll m down your cheeks."

Datura did think about it, she thought about everything, how they did her so wrong and then laughed at her for it. How they made her cry. All the tears. She felt angry, like something she's never felt before, it was like her blood was boiling inside of her. Hotter and hotter. All of the crying, all of the hurting. Hotter and hotter. The tears.